The most precious of the present…

It’s a big world. And we want to see it. There are great, big, wondrous things we want to do and show our daughter. To do that, we have to put our shoulders to the wheel. Right now that means long work days with too short weekends, fleeting hours with our baby girl, and next to no alone time as a couple. Though these fleeting moments may be short in “time”, they are rich in love and that is why they will transcend dimensions. While trying to absorb that truth, I’m practicing listening to these moments, engraving them on what is more than just my physical body, on what will remain when my mind doesn’t remember anymore. Here is my list of just a few of the most precious of the present, the “small” moments and glimpses so sweet and powerful I can feel the rivers of the world running deep within me, a list that may not mean a whole lot to a stranger at first glance, but IS the world to me…

1. The last “bum in the air” sleep position that means babygirl will be waking up sometime in the next seven minutes, and the fact that Daddy recognized what that position meant before I did.

2. Quiet morning moments that I am awake before my two lovebirds and I can watch the first morning flutter of eyelids opening and the sleepy sparkle of looking at a whole new day for the first time. (Especially when this day is a Sunday)

3. Sundays

4. Babygirl toddling over to me with her new yellow shoes that she adores and plunking herself on my lap for me to put them on her.

5. My first sip of coffee.

6. The glance at my phone that follows the first morning text message from my husband, and the smile in my heart when I see that it is him.

7. The photo updates from my sister of the girls napping or taking a bath together, cousins who are more like sisters, bosom buddies.

8. Sun in babygirl’s hair.

9. Hubby when he get’s excited about something, practically bursting out of himself.

10. My mom sitting on my dad’s lap, still, after 30+ years.

11. The view in my rearview of my niece holding babygirl’s hand, singing her most loving, off-key lullaby.

12. Hubby walking through the front door, every time.

13. The look on babygirl’s face, and the rush to the window every time she hears the “choo choo” train coming.

14. Date nights, every single second of them.

15. Locking the front door right before bed, knowing locks and walls can never contain our wings.

 

“But you, children of space, you restless in rest, you shall not be trapped nor tamed. Your house shall be not an anchor, but a mast. It shall not be a glistening film that covers the wound, but an eyelid that guards the eye. You shall not fold your wings that you may pass through doors, nor bend your heads that they strike not against a ceiling, nor fear to breathe lest walls should crack and fall down. You shall not dwell in tombs made by the dead for the living. And although of magnificence and splendor, your house shall not hold your secret nor shelter your longing. For that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs and the silences of the night.” – Khalil Gibran

 

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