Why is it always so hard to make it anywhere on time? This is what I was wondering as I curled Sophie's hair. It was the night of the Christmas program; Sophie was nervous and excited while I was frantic and exasperated. No matter how much I planned ahead, dirty diapers, knots in hair, missing tights, and feeding tubes beat me at the game of time.
Evie came running into the bathroom twirling in her purple "princess" dress, happy to be going out even though she had no idea where. Noah was absentmindedly singing about the "Eensy weensy spider" who "went up to outer space". At the top of his lungs. To the shower curtain. (Water spout, outer space...close, right?) Darryl stood at the bathroom door with
Sophie looked beautiful in a simple red slip dress with silver sparkles. I curled her hair slowly enjoying her company and chatter. I was thankful to have this Christmas together. It had just been four weeks before that
The Christmas program was beautiful and amazingly
He tenderly took
I watched all this while he was holding
Yet I was taken aback by the beauty that radiated from those beside me. Although affected deeply by the fallenness of this world in a physical and mental capacity they seemed to find unadulterated joy in the precious and simple things of life. Things I often overlook or sully with boredom and busyness.
Somehow these dear ones have a way of touching people in new ways. Making people see new things. Or to see old things differently. And for a time I felt not a drop of sorrow as I sat there that night. I felt blessed. Blessed to be touched by this this young man and my son. Honored to be part of their lives.