His boy-man feet are resting on my lap right now. Those feet have played countless hours of football and basketball and carried him on his scooter for many, many years. He’s almost always on the go and he drops things all over the place. He’s working hard to overcome some learning struggles, loves The A-Team and Mythbusters. I am living my dream.
She’s on the cusp of womanhood. One foot in being a kid, the other testing the adult waters ever so slowly. She throws her head back when she laughs and she’s compassionate. She can go from serious to goofy in a matter of seconds. She’s very intuitive and, good or bad, she feels others’ pain, sometimes intensely. She is one of the bravest people I know. I am living my dream.
The little one keeps me young. She’s full of drama. She will tell you her favorite thing to do is cuddle with Mommy. My heart bursts as I get my kisses and hugs throughout the day. She holds her own with the older ones. She adores all her friends and is definitely the one and only extravert of the family. I am living my dream.
Who would have known, 19 years ago, when we met, that we would be blessed with this family. He was a guy who thought I was interesting and funny. He wrote emails and letters and called me every night. Now he texts from work and always calls when one of us is out of town. He is a saint who sometimes forgets where the broom is. He works very hard to provide for his family and is always honest. I am living my dream.
It’s so easy to look beyond these perfect and messy gifts when the day to day mundane takes over.
Love your now.
This day is good.