Today I held on to you for just a bit longer before bedtime.
We were going through our normal routines and I was soaking up the remaining drops of you for the day. I was saying my prayers for you, as usual, but suddenly the moment shifted. I’m not sure what snapped me out of my normal train of thought, but suddenly I realized I was in holy territory. Snuggled up in that glider in the corner, I was completely overcome by the awareness of what an absolute treasure you are to me. My senses went on high alert and I tried to absorb every detail I could in that time. I listened to your sweet, shallow breaths and watched your chest rise and fall. I smiled at your legs stretched out with your feet crossed at the ankles. I felt your precious hand rubbing mine and your hair tickling my arm. Exhausted from a day filled with adventures, you melted into my lap and for but a brief moment, we were one. I could just barely make out your profile in the light being cast from the hall and it literally took my breath away. I thanked God over and over for this day, for this gift of you, and for the divine privilege of being your mama.
You are living grace to me.
For with all of my shortcomings, all of my flaws, my mistakes, my missteps…
With all of the ways I fall short, say the wrong things, and fail to love as selflessly as I so wish I could…
With the knowledge of every bit of this, God still gave me you.
Grace.
Divine grace and something I don’t ever want to take for granted.
I didn’t deserve you, but here you are…the weight of you in my arms reminding me of how incredibly blessed I am to be a child of His and a mama of yours.
So tonight, I lingered. I closed my eyes and held on to you for just a little bit longer. I breathed you in and with that, drew as close to heaven as humanly possible and said thank you for the millionth time for God’s incredible gift of you to me.