The Time Machine series features posts from years past.
I wrote this to wrap up 3 Weeks of Thanks one year when I had no kids in school. I love these memories!
The sun is bouncing into the living room right now, warming the floor and inviting me to nap right there beside the toy box All. after. noon.
Alas, it is not to be.
But it sure is beautiful.
I want to remember this moment forever. I will probably forget it when the next cloudy day comes along, because you really don’t remember exactly how glorious the sun feels until it’s right there on your face or your feet or whatever happens to be in reach.
I’ve got an inquisitive 4 year old asking me questions from the table behind me, while munching on the bread we made this morning in the bread maker. She is an expert ingredient-adder, and always has to taste the flour (I don’t know why, I always tell her it tastes gross by itself).
“How’s the bread?” I ask.
“Good. Do we have any more pears?” comes the reply.
“Nope,” I answer.
And she is on her way to look for a cowboy hat and a half-crocheted yellow scarf that doubles as a rope she uses to lasso anyone and everything. Today she is Jessie the Yodelling Cowgirl from Toy Story 2.
The other two are napping for the moment. A quick morning playtime in the backyard in the crisp fall air and warm sunshine, and that about does them in well for nap time.
Then, all at once, little voices echo from down the hall.
Everyone is awake.
These are the moments I will probably forget, because you can’t really remember everything after all, can you?
How I wish I could freeze time and hold this in perfect detail in my heart, and save it for when they grow up and go away and do the wonderful things (and the awful things) that adult children do. For when I actually have to let go for real.
I know there will be grace then too, as there is grace now.
3 Weeks of Thanks is nearly at an end for another year. This weekend, we gather with loved ones over food prepared by hands full of love, and in this way return our love to the One who loved us first.
Generations gather. Moms who once were where I am now will watch their own sons and daughters do what they once did, around this Thanksgiving table. And we carry on in this way, each year getting a bit older and maybe even a bit wiser.
We give thanks – together.
What an absolutely beautiful tradition.
3WT Week #3
We love because He first loved us.
1 John 4:19 (NIV)