The kids are done for the day. Isaac sleeps deep. I peek into his room and look at the rise and fall of his chest. Just for a bit, I put my finger in his palm. He holds tight even as he sleeps. After the day is done, it's easy to forget the challenges of that day, especially to the soft hum of the David Nevue Pandora station. Why is it so hard to keep that perspective in the middle of the day?! I revisit Ann Voskamp's A Touch Crazy for the ump-teenth time, and pray that I can be a better mommy tomorrow.
4.02.2010
a touch crazy
The kids are done for the day. Isaac sleeps deep. I peek into his room and look at the rise and fall of his chest. Just for a bit, I put my finger in his palm. He holds tight even as he sleeps. After the day is done, it's easy to forget the challenges of that day, especially to the soft hum of the David Nevue Pandora station. Why is it so hard to keep that perspective in the middle of the day?! I revisit Ann Voskamp's A Touch Crazy for the ump-teenth time, and pray that I can be a better mommy tomorrow.
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