Sometimes life moves so fast that we miss the little things. The things that we think will always be there.
Tonight, Lem and I had a rare few hours on the back porch together. Presley is away at a friend's house, and Joseph was inside reading a good book.
The days in our house are crazy and busy, and we are constantly running from one place to another. I hardly ever get to see my husband. And when I do, we are both tired, exasperated, and ready to go unwind. He unwinds by the television, I unwind by going to sleep. :)
Another day goes by, another moment in time passed.
We awake the next day to another dizzying life.
Here's the thing....
I know all of this is fleeting. It goes by so fast.
At times my heart gets so jolted by this realization that it can make me crumble. I have always been so utterly aware of these moments. These little moments in life that we sometimes miss because of the busy.
I hate busy.
Yet, tonight, in the quiet, in the dark, on the back porch....
I longed for busy.
I longed to hear Presley's voice asking me to help her with something.
I longed to hear all about Joseph's cool new book, or a story from his day at school.
I longed to hear little Danny's excited voice running through the house as he chases Presley and Joseph.
The quiet was too quiet.
Lem was with me, so it wasn't that quiet, but it was deafening compared to our usual life.
I sat there, talking to Lem, with a huge lump in my throat.
I love our life. I love our family.
There is nothing that I want more than to be present in each moment with them. Every single moment.
The little things suddenly become the big things.
The only things, really.
I used to have such big dreams for my life. When my children get older I will ___________.
I don't remember those dreams anymore, nor do I want to.
I just want to live where I am....forever. Or until God calls me home.
Seasons change, things change. I know this.
However, I want to look back on each season with a smile that I lived it fully. Fully present.
As God would have it, my friend sent me a sweet note in the mail today.
She wrote this: "choosing to do the small things with GREAT love is what changes people's lives. Never stop, never quit....the little things are ALWAYS the BIG things."
How did God know I needed those words today?
He always does, doesn't He?
As the dark grew deeper out on that back porch tonight, Lem took my hand and asked me to dance with him.
With a lump in my throat, we started to dance.
It was one of those little moments, that will be remembered as a big moment.
Thank you, Father, for this life. Thank you for making my childhood dreams come true. Being a wife, being a mother.....these are the BIG things.