A blessing, not a curse

Wednesday was a day. I mean, really the whole week was, but Wednesday was particularly fun. Not fun, that is.

We got home from church and both kids were headed for bed. I was reading and rocking Kate in her rocking chair, and Sam brought in one of his books to share. So I had Kate on one side of my lap, Sam on the other. We read two books and sang Kate's songs. Afterwards, we said prayers in turn, and Sam and I tucked Kate into her bed. Sam gave her a kiss, and she had to give Sam a kiss.

I was sitting there listening to the three of us singing together "Jesus Loves Me" and "Away in the Manger" and was moved by the stage of life we're in. The idea that they would both want to sit on my lap and sing songs together is really unusual-- a moment in time that will pass as quickly as it came. How blessed am I to have that moment. It wasn't a moment for grandma or daddy or papaw. It was for me. And boy did I need it.

I wish I could say I will remember it forever, but in truth, it will probably fade into the back of my mind with all of the other good moments. Over time, it seems that the good moments blend together in a general warm happiness. I wish I had a picture or a video on youtube to cherish or show at a wedding or graduation party. The best moments never come with a camera around.