There are certain things about our kids that nobody can possibly enjoy besides us, their parents. Like my son’s morning breath. To anyone else it might stink. To me it is a sweet, sharp smell that is just him. It is soothing and familiar.
Every morning my kids come to my room and crawl up in my bed and cuddle with me. This morning was no exception. Rich woke up with us and we all laid there laughing and tickling and playing for 20 minutes. It was heaven on earth. Little drops of paradise.
Brianna doesn’t have school today. We are going to drive down to meet Rich for lunch in a few hours. Another bit of family time in the middle of the day. We used to get that all the time. Now that Rich is back to a normal work environment we’ve had to adjust to only seeing him early in the morning and then in the evenings. At first it was hard on the kids. They cried for him a lot. Now he gets all of their stored up excitement when he walks through that door after a long drive home. He gets greeted like a King.
I’ve had little patience for disobedience lately. I don’t know how God does it being the “parent” of humanity. The disobedience would cause me, if I was God, to just blow the whole stinking planet up once and for all. Good thing for everyone that I’m not God.
I love my little ones. I know I will miss these young family times even though sometimes (ok a lot of times) I daydream about having some of myself back.
I’m going to miss Jeremy’s little boy morning breath.
And Brianna’s funny vocabulary.
And giggles, and tickles, and screams of joy.
I’ll miss it. I know. I know.
Try to take in some of what is really important today. Escape from your cluttered minds and hearts and try to focus on at least one thing that truly matters, that truly brings you joy.
Have a wonderful Friday and thanks again for stopping by my Candid Chatter.