It’s been awhile since I’ve posted anything. Life has been good but I started back to school in April and as a volunteer staff part-time at church. So that means I’m trying to figure out how to care for a toddler, talk to my husband, read multiple chapters, write a paper and oh yeah, I’m supposed to make dinner AND clean up the dishes. It’s not that I haven’t had any ideas or not written anything down, just haven’t had the time or energy to be consistent or ensure quality. But here is a little something that I wrote recently that is over at my good friend, Vikki’s blog. I hope you’ll check it out.
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I’ve been waiting for this.
18 months of waiting for this.
Walking in the parking lot at Walgreens holding Zoe. She puts her arms around me and gives me a hug, lays her head on my shoulder, pats by back and coos at me.
Unrequested. Uninitiated. Of her own volition. Of that crazy, complicated thing we call free will, I am the recipient. And it’s beautiful.
She’s been giving kisses and hugs for awhile now when asked. She gives them when given to her. And she’s been a big fan of the “pat” for awhile now, which is evidence that your kids pick up so much that you don’t even know you’re doing. Apparently butt-patting at bedtime is something I do frequently because lately she takes my hand, moves it to her bottom and starts the patting for me.
