savoring

So tonight I had one of those parenting moments where you wish you could freeze time... or bottle it to revisit... but, alas, all I have is a journal, and now a blog, where I can record it. But words do little justice to a feeling. Overwhelming love. Comforting joy in the weight of a sleeping child. As I carried my little girl to bed, I was in the same moment rejoicing over the curly haired gift from heaven and mourning the future loss of this era... this falling-asleep-in-my-arms era. So with a gulp and a prayer, I tried to savor this simple and meaningful act of mothering. And as I sit here remembering the sweet little things of today - the sandcastles, the splashing giggles in the gentle gulf waves, the delighted pink faces at the prospect of hot chocolate AND a hot bath at the same time - I realize how easy it is to miss the little moments that make life.