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.
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.