A soft brown dog is sleeping at my feet. A blonde sprite is beside me eating muffins and chugging protein shakes while a sweet, chocolate-brown-eyed red head is sitting to my right mastering triangular puzzles. I am drinking hot coffee – not lukewarm or even cold! There is hope I might even finish the entire…
As one could hope, the waiting for Cody was much like the long wait to Christmas morning; the joy and excitement that he finally arrived did not disappoint!
Anticipation. Excitement. Impatience forcefully growing into patience. A peaceful knowing of things to come. As a child Christmas Eve was a struggle for me. Tossing and turning in bed, counting down the hours until I was allowed to wake my parents to open presents. Somehow I would eventually doze off only to awake with absolute…
I listen. I am calmed. There is a tightly curled brown dog sleeping deep sighs beside me while little bird songs float down the hallway from my daughter’s room. My daughter. I have a tall, beautiful daughter who emanates joy and enthusiasm for life. I listen. I am calmed. The songs continue.
In my teenage years, between the stars plastered to my ceiling, I wrote verses with a Sharpie marker. They brought me direction when I was given options to take. My favorite verse, that still sticks strongly with me today, is: O Lord, you alone are my hope. I’ve trusted you since my childhood. Psalms 71:5