She slips her tiny hand into mine and I slip them both into the pocket of my coat. My thumb rubs her skin and for a moment I relish the way her skin feels against mine.
In her other hand is a half-eaten Milky Way and the bite in her mouth is dripping down her chin onto her clean shirt. I carry her bucket, strewn with bits of candy that she has unwrapped and only licked.
We walk a few steps behind the crew of pirates and without her bandana wrapped around her head, she looks more like a stowaway than the scary pirate she thinks that she is.
I squeeze that hand in my pocket and she looks at me with the her clear blue eyes and we share a moment.
We watch the older ones, those ones who think they are too old to walk with their mama. They fill their own buckets and tug on eye patches and grin toothy grins at one another.
Quietly, I’m naming these moments.
Six bandanas covering six little heads
Buckets of glorious, sticky goodness
Clear blue eyes that peer into my own murky brown ones
A little hand in mine
Peels of laughter mingled with many thanks
One more piece of candy before bed
This abundant grace.
My heart recalls the words of someone who has gone before us and I hold them tight as I tuck all of these gifts of grace into their beds:
But because God was so gracious, so very generous, here I am.
And I’m not about to let His grace go to waste.
1 Corinthians 15:10 MSG