At twenty-eight minutes before bedtime last night, I decided to be one cool mom and offer ice cream cones. There were three takers. I scooped three cones and we headed outside to the grass. I sat down and invited them to join me. They all did, making a perfect circle.
I was thankful for the warm content feeling that washed over me. After returning from a week long vacation, the day had been filled with errands and laundry and unpacking five suitcases. Right now, as the warm breeze blew around us and we sat quietly, I was overwhelmed by the love I felt for those three tiny bodies.
They are so young, so little, and yet know so much.
They are observers of the details. Sam spotting the sliver of moon.
They are gracious. Stephanie giving Sam a taste of her ice cream, here I’ll share some with you.
They are wise. Hannah reflecting on being home, even though we were apart, we were still a close family.
And most importantly, they are ours, my husband’s and my kids. The ones we waited so long to have and now, even on the most trying of days, are well loved and admired and respected and cherished.
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I love the story of your children eating their ice cream cones sitting quietly together and enjoying their treat.
I was just taking a nap with my young grandson Henry, age 2. I couldn’t take my eyes off the simple peace of that beautiful little blonde haired boy. He’s visiting Grampa and I today and we are so enjoying being grandparents. That’s how fast the time flies by in life. I used to lay down for a nap with his father and now another little blonde haired boy. What a joy to be a parent and a grandparent.
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Thanks so much for reminding me that my children are precious. I know I want to savor as much as I can, but the nightly wanderings of the almost 4 year-old twins has me droopy eyed all day. I appreciate your gentle nudge for myself. I, too, am blessed.
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Wishing you many more ice cream nights.
Being caught in moments like this with my own children I realize how blessed I am. So many times we don’t stop the laundry, the hustle and bustle of dinner etc. to enjoy them.
I looked at my two just the other day and thought, gosh, their 7 and 5. Where did the time go?
I try not to get caught up in their ability to be independent, I feel if they are too independent I will miss something…
don’t blink Ruth, time flies when you do.
Sarah
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I always get a sense of how grateful you are for your children. It’s so beautiful that you recognized how blessed you are.
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Ruth,
This piece gives me goosebumps! Last week, we were in Memphis for basketball. I looked at my boys sleeping next to each other in the king-sized bed, and thought, “God is so good. I am so, so, so blessed!”
Wishing you lots of ice cream cone evenings this summer!
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