A typical week day consist of getting Miss Cruz for ready school. Breakfast made, pigtail braids, lunch packed, and dropping her of with the biggest smile. As I watch her walk away I want to lock in the undecorated, yet heart-felt recollections.
Otto and I play lots of blocks, tractors, and trains. We also fold lots of laundry together. Well, he throws them around and I fold. He tries to help. It’s the sweetest thing. When I have bible study he usually always falls asleep in the car on the way home. This means, I have to wake him up and carry him to his room for a nap. Almost always, I stare at him in wonder, watching him sleep. I don’t ever want to wake him up. I want to sit and stare at his tiny, perfect little features and remember how small and precious they were. Looking at those darling cheeks, and that chin that won’t always be yogurt smudged.
In this season, our week days seem simple, easy, and slow ; in a good way. A way where I am soaking in and actually absorbing every living moment.
I believe I’ll call today perfect.