I was talking to my librarian the other day during story hour and she told me, ‘Yes, there’s about four years that I really have no memory of.’
It was an exhausting Ivy week and I came home and told Wes that I was pretty sure I was right in the middle of those years. And at the same time, they just feel like the best years.
The way Ivy gives hugs. We’ll be holding her and all the sudden it’ll be like she just can’t get close enough, and she throws her arms around our shoulders and dives her head into our necks. And we melt.
The way Jack tells me who loves him. His face glows as he says, ‘ivy love me, ev love me, jesus love me, God love me.’ It’s one of the more precious things in life.
The way Ev tucks her hands underneath her face as she earnestly converses while I’m tucking her in. And then one hand reaches up and starts stroking my face and hair as she tells me ‘pray for you mom because you’re sick.’ She brought me up a tray yesterday morning in bed with three bananas, a cup of water and a straw and a “waffle cracker from the airplane because we were out of cheese crackers. And mom, I walked veeerrrry carefully up the stairs so I wouldn’t spill the water.”
They fill my heart to overflowing.
Gosh I’m grateful.