To the moms who rock and sway and dance their babies to sleep. Who swaddle and sing and stroke brand new skin through half closed eyes only to rise for 6am toddlers. To the dads who strap their babies to their backs and walk the afternoon sunshine while mommy naps. To the families, the baby boys and girls growing up and into the men and women they will be.
To the love that lives in the spaces between chaste kisses. To hugs. To a brother’s pat on another brother’s back. To the imagination served up at a sister’s tea party. To the legos that spill out of toy boxes and the toy soldiers that line the floor.
To the ache of brave hearts who say good-bye for months, separated by an ocean and a desert. To sippy cups who sit long forgotten in the back window of the car. To the hushed moments under the night sky for last stories, plots, secrets between brothers.
To the Sunday afternoon naps and the creased faces that emerge from under the covers for hot tea and cookies. To the symphony of family – made in His image – telling His story through our every day every way, ordinary love.
Here’s to you.