There are some things in life I have learned I take for granted.
My hubby’s physical presence is one. When he’s not here, a giant hole develops. I never know how much, even when he’s being a pest, I love just sitting on the couch with him. Especially if he’s got a hand on me, or I on him. When he’s gone traveling, the wee one and I both just aren’t the same. We go into survival mode.
The wee one. This one blows my mind. After the miracle of him coming to us, and all our IF issues would probably show me this huh? Not really. While he was gone, I missed his little babbling. His singing songs. His yelling at every truck, car, and train. SO much that the boy and I still called them out when he was gone. The way he notices EVERY LITTLE THING. He notices ants I don’t even pay attention too. He sees little people and babies I don’t even look at it. He’s just so much LIFE. The boy was looking at his little baby pics today, and just said, “You know we don’t even realize how innocent, how PURE he is.” Today I read him Green Eggs and Ham, and he looked at me and giggled everytime I got excited, or read excitedly. I forget even how he looks at me, and makes me feel like NOTHING ELSE IS IMPORTANT EVER.
This apartment. I remember when we first moved in, the security it brought. We’ve been oh so focused on moving OUT of it, that I just forgot how in love we really are with it. What it symbolizes in our life. A faith in a God who provides. Jehovah Jirah.
I could go on and on. It’s just so HUMAN to do this, and yet I know that I’m forgetting to enjoy having my body to myself. In a couple months, I could be sharing it and PUKING my guts out. Instead of being mad that it doesn’t work, shouldn’t I rejoice in the silence and the peace of only having one little one running about?
Perspective. It’s all about perspective.
I am feeling beyond blessed today. I just don’t understand how I’m so lucky. Thank God I am.
