The weekend is drawing to a close. I’m sad to see it go. Right now I’m listening and half watching my older boys play out in the front yard with Elijah’s best friend. I watched as they smiled and greeted one another – “Hey! My brother from another mother!” I watched as they swung swords at one another and forced myself to remain seated as I was certain someone was going to poke someone else’s eye out. Better plastic swords than sticks, right? I can hear them doing their best pirate imitations and dreaming about Pirates of the Carribean 3 (which Elijah’s BF has been threatened to tell us NOTHING about).
And while I can’t see the girls – Kait and her best friend, the closest to sisters that either of them has – I can hear them giggling somewhere out in the yard about who knows what. But the laughter is infectious. I can’t help but break a smile. And my heart swells with love and joy just a bit more.
But the highlight of the evening – as we await Daddy’s return from church – has been playing with Seth and watching him discover the newness of long-forgotten Little People toys. The greatest find is in the garage and each time I rise to check on yet another thing, he’s quickly calling me back with his loud “Momma!” and the smile on his face as I turn to see what new thing he’s figured out is enough to melt my heart.
My heart has swollen this weekend, my friends. I’ve learned to love even more than I ever thought possible! And the most amazing thing about it all? Tomorrow is a new day and I’ll learn to love even more!