It’s Sunday morning and we should be in church. Instead we’re the first ones at the pool and I’m watching Micah swim without flippers for the first time. He’s all awkward energy surfacing each time to yell across at me,”did you see, mom? Did you?”
He gulps as much water as a small whale wearing red swim shorts and an orange swim shirt might. Over and over her clambers out, jogs up to the side near the steps and cannonballs in again. Over and over his curls emerge on top of his goggled eyes to look my way and see if I see.
But the kind of love that God created and demonstrated is a costly one because it involves sacrifice and presence. It’s a love that operates more like a sign language than being spoken outright.
~Bob Goff, Love Does: Discover a Secretly Incredible Life in an Ordinary World
Micah and I have had an intense relationship.
Sometimes I’m tempted to just let it run on cruise control for a while because I get tired of always paying attention. But when I do – when it’s Pete who takes them to the pool and me who stays home to nap with Zoe – I miss things. I missed a lot last summer when Zoe was a newborn and the temperatures soared into the 100s each day.
So this Sunday finds me under a cathedral of blue skies and perfect white clouds witnessing a small boy do small things that, nonetheless, feels like worship.
When I sit there on the blue and green towel with my Dollar Tree sunglasses he hears me and I don’t need to say a word.
I don’t need to craft with him. I don’t need to plan a summer schedule. I don’t need to worry about how he’s eating or his bathroom habits or when he’ll stop lisping.
Today I just need to be with him.
Today that says it all.
Pst, thanks to everyone who entered our house warming-giveaway last week. Winners have been selected and I emailed each of them already this morning. And don’t forget – if you didn’t win you can use my discount codes through the end of this month to snag these lovelies yourself!
Winner of the set of my favorite things: