I’ve said yes to gummy bears by the handful, long stretches of time in front of the tube, no baths, snacks called dinner, late nights, powdered sugar donuts for breakfast, a BB gun for one little boy, and a social media break for me.
We’ve crammed a whole lotta life into 4 short days and I recount every moment and call each one grace.
I breathe in these people who fill up my house and my life and my heart, and in this space of time, all the other things clamoring for my time seem insignificant.
The smallest one slips her head under my arm and her finger rests in her mouth and her curls appear snow white against my dark skin. I drink her in… her scent, her soft skin, her long lashes laying on her pink cheeks. I close my own eyes and I trace her shape against my own. I want to remember the curve of her smallness.
I push my face into her very being and I imagine that this is how grace feels…
Small and soft and yet, quite fierce, all pressed in together…
A force not to be reckoned with, but a force in which to come and rest.
I stroke her blond curls, her head nodding in sleep and I nod my own head, giving in to this moment…
And I call it all GRACE.