Enjoying the Small Things

Enjoying the Small Things

Enjoying the Small Things…on a Fabulishous Friday

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Here we are planting our lily bulb today for sweet, sweet Baby Lily who will become Lainey’s pal in April when she arrives (our friends David and Kelly have waited for this baby for a LONG time, and we are so excited with them! Check out their incredibly touching story at Waiting for Lily). We love you Baby Lily and cannot wait to hold you! Lainey put some extra love in the pot so we know our lily will grow just as sweet as the real thing! The small things we enjoyed today: Oh, why the park again, of course! Blue skies, sweet sunshine and a baby as sweet as sugar! Doncha wish you could kiss her sweet cheeks through the monitor? I’ll do it for you…and yes, she’s every bit as delicious as she looks. She’s dessert, I tell you! Dessert! Speaking of, my two-scoops-of-sweetness-with-a-cherry-on-top is chirping a sweet little melody from her crib right now. Ahhh…waking up from naps is delish. She sees me, she smiles, I smile. And it’s lots and lots of Daddy time this weekend too. Pictures to follow, of course.


Loved

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When I was seven years old, my mom bought me a pair of lavendar double velcro tennis shoes. I wanted them so badly, and when she caved and let me have them–beautiful purple ones, not sensible white lace-ups like most practical mothers would purchase–I remember feeling loved. And as I held my feet up to admire them in the back seat on the way home that day, I remember smiling. “She must really love me. She got me purple tennis shoes.”

When Brett bought me my first piece of jewelry and waited with it behind his back as I stepped off the plane, home from my week-long trip to Michigan, I remember feeling it again. Loved. It was a heart necklace in white gold with little diamonds curled around the edges. Then I read the card and the sweet words that his lefty hand must have labored so hard to neatly write. I knew it then. “He must really love me. He got me a heart necklace.”

When I was reading books to her tonight, watching her pudgy fingers trace the pictures, her lash-laden eyes looking up at me seeking my recognition; her toothy grin reassuring me that my presence is all she needs; her arm resting subtly yet oh so deliberately on my knee to keep me close, I felt it…tears. They come often these days, brought on by the smallest of things. For years, I was confused about God and the portrayal of Him as someone to be feared. Someone who demanded perfection. Someone who I thought of only as scary. out of reach. so far above me. But, now I know. He’s right here. He gave me a gift so far valued above purple tennis shoes or diamond heart pendants. I know it now. “Wow. He must really love me. He gave me Everything.”

I don’t wear my spirituality on my sleeve so to speak, but it’s deep down inside and I find more and more that by enjoying the small things, it resonates more vividly, more profoundly and more beautifully in every area of my life.

Hope my Cubby-cub touches your heart tonight too!