These Moments

Imagine this: The sound of a child crawling across the floor. Hands patting and knees hurriedly swiping across the floor. He jabbers happily as he finds something new and exciting down there that just might fit in his mouth. It may be an old cheerio or a blade of grass tracked into the house on a shoe. Small fingers grip the hem of my pants. "Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma." He wants to be held. I wipe my sudsy, dish-water soaked hands on the towel and bend to pick him up. He's not a lightweight anymore. He actually never was, but as time goes on, it is more and more evident that he is taking after Daddy's side of the family. My back is sore, but I wouldn't exchange this time for anything. His fingers grip my nose and his sweaty little hands wipe across my cheek. It is sheer adoration. Mutual adoration. He's a momma's boy. Blue eyes and round cheeks. Blonde hair that is just starting to grow. I can see my side in him too. A little bit of Daddy and a little bit of Mommy. Maybe some of Grandma, but the eyes are definitely from Grandpa. He starts to squirm and wants to get down. The attention span of a small boy is very short and there is so much more to see. This is living...



I haven't seemed to have much time for blogging lately. It is getting increasingly hard to find time to sit and write when someone else is so adventurous. Nap time is usually taken up with washing dishes, folding laundry or other odd household duties. It's not that there has been a void of exciting or interesting things to blog about. It's just that time to blog is getting rather sparse. I meant to blog about my sister (my baby sister) turning thirteen, how I spent $0.39 on two things of body wash and two packs of razors at CVS, and about Adam and his vibrant love of golfing. I had wanted to ask you all to pray for Adam's grandma, who was in the hospital last week and how it was discovered that she has bone and breast cancer. I was going to tell you about how my brother Joe has been helping us clean out our gutters. And how Josh got to play in our new pool the other day. There were so many things I had meant to blog about, but life has just been too much fun lately to sit here. Life has kept me going. Papers have to be picked up, floors swept, dog food taken out of mouths, cords wound and poopy diapers thrown away. I will have to reserve time somewhere to record the events and happenings of my daily life. I don't want to forget these days. There is too much to remember and to cherish. Today was one of the best days of my life. Joshua was so happy and there was so much joy in his face. I just love it. I want to thank God for giving me one of the greatest blessing He could give. I think that, besides the gift of salvation through Jesus Christ, children just may be the greatest blessing. Amazing. I love it. I want to cherish every moment of it.