They spent the days of his convalescence reading together and taking slow, leisurely walks in the sunshine. She remembered the days of his beginning, when they first brought him home. He fit so perfectly in her arms then. She distinctly remembered the curve of his baby cheek. And how he would cry if she left him. This brief illness had reduced him somehow--brought back some of that vulnerability. He wanted to be near her again. What began as inconvenience had grown into something beautiful. The slow pace of the past couple days reminded her how tender she had once been.
And now she is shocked by his shadow beside hers--the bigness of it. And she wonders…Where did the time go?
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Love this line:
What began as inconvenience had grown into something beautiful.
Isn't God so good to gently remind us of the fleeting time....so much can go by the wayside...they will soon be gone and it's GRAND to have so many sweet memories of love.
I think it's those unexpected moments of pause that allow us to see things for what they are. To appreciate, take in and remember.
I try to hold tightly to the time, but it slips through my fingers too quickly.
Laura,
where did it go indeed. Hope he is well soon
Love,
Tina
Sometimes I think I'm the healthiest spiritually when I'm physically sick. There's something so raw and vulnerable and unhurried about it all.
And you ...
You!
You capture that so beautifully. I don't even know if that was your intention -- but that's one of the ways this spoke to me. So tender ...
Oh, this makes me cry! They grow up too fast, sweet girl! Hope he's feeling better.
Hugs,
Susan
Awww, I know just exactly what you mean.
I'm feeling that way every time I look at my daughter.
I was going to send wishes of health ... and of course I still do, but wrapped up in wishes for memory, and ongoing peaceful beauty.
Precious sister, I'm praying for you and your family. May God's peace, love and healing and health walk with each of you. Love you.
how fast they go from little boys to young men...thank you for the reminder to cherish the moments. hope he is well soon!
tender and vulnerable is okay. Strange how I used to let that mean powerless and angry and frightening. Now seeing it as beginnings.
And this shift in your relationship with your son, or rather the seeing of it, is such affirmation isn't it.
Where does the time go? One day we hold them. Then the next they tower over us. But they are still our babies. They especially recognize that when they are sick.
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