I have been traveling so much this summer that when I read this post on 5 Minutes for Faith, my heart panged for a sweet morning like Carol described on 5 Minutes for Faith. I miss being awakened by shuffling child’s feet coming in to my room in the mornings, ready for kisses.
Tiny sock covered feet shuffle across the carpet towards my room. I hear the shh-shh-shh-shuffle getting closer. It stops a few feet from me. I look up to sleepy eyes and tornado hair. She waits. “Good morning bitty girl!” I muster all the excitement in me. Her eyes brighten, her eyebrows raise, and her mouth tips upward as she takes a flying leap towards my legs with arms outstretched. I cover her head with kisses and bend down to sprinkle some love on her cheeks and forehead, as well.
Every morning is the same. My little girl drags into my room and waits to be acknowledged. When I recognize the little pajama-clad girl in my presence, it’s as if I’ve flipped a switch. She comes alive.
I laugh just thinking about it all the while knowing I’m the same. Not long ago I wrote an email to one of my favorite singers. A few days later, she emailed me back thanking me for the words of encouragement. I was elated. I printed the email to show my mom. I told all my friends. I couldn’t believe it. She acknowledged me….
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