I love waking up before my youngest son and watching him sleep. Why is it that in sleep my kids’ innocence is purely visible? I can’t see the mischievousness and I can’t hear the demands. All I see is purity, and all I feel is pure love. I could relate so well with 5 Minutes for Faith writer, Rachel of Finding Joy.
I want to pick him up. Hold him.
Yet, I know, that will wake him up. So I stand there watching him, marveling at the beauty that can be found in a toddler fast asleep. I stand there, in the room, the room still littered with little toys around and books crooked on the shelf, and I bask in the moment.
I really don’t see those toys. I don’t see the little people that got put in the lego box or the books that are under the crib or the stuffed animals resting in the middle of the floor. I don’t see the laundry basket full of clothes to put away or the pile of laundry waiting by the door to be brought down to the laundry room. The marker on the wall fades into the night, and the stain on the carpet disappears.
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