Friday, April 26, 2013

Summer lunches...

I was 22 when Sofi was born. I was in a hurry. I wanted lots of children, I wanted them all Now and I wanted everything unpleasant in Motherhood to speed by as quickly as possible.

I spent a lot of the first five years of her life wanting things I couldn't have. I missed a lot of what I did have in the meantime. I sped through her babyhood in a daze. I forget a lot of it.

The big gap between Sofi and Judah represents a lot. Two miscarriages. Lots of tears. Lots of growing. A lot (but not enough yet) of letting go of Me and learning to hold on to Him.

Now I have two boys. I have learned am learning to slow down. God's gift to me is the occasional day like today which starts with my agenda thwarted (by a spill, or a melt-down, or a fight, or....) and then I, slowed down, have time to see what I have here, now, in this moment. The beauty that surrounds me.

Today, by God's grace, I see...

Lunch on the deck

 photo IMG_9140_zpse34eec73.jpg

Silly faces

 photo IMG_9136_zpsfc0729f6.jpg

Short people

 photo IMG_9144_zps45e0f90a.jpg

My Boys

 photo IMG_9146_zps977e936c.jpg

 photo IMG_9149_zpsbd83051b.jpg

Sky-high eyelashes

 photo IMG_9153_zps6d82951d.jpg

Chubby baby curves and binkies

 photo IMG_9159_zps40c5dde7.jpg

Milk mustaches

 photo IMG_9161_zpse10f00c0.jpg

1 comment:

Gramoni said...

I think you were 23 when Sofi was iborn. Anyway, it was a very touchng post. Brought tears to my eyes.