It is the best part of my day.
No, it is not the morning, the quiet of my house before the chaos erupts, and it is not the drive in to work. It is not the time spent serving others all day at the preschool, or the drive home . It is not the few minutes I spend picking my child up from school and hearing all about her day. It is not the cooking of our evening meal, an hour spent watching a favorite television show or the time spent helping her do her homework. And although I love helping my child get a bath or read a bedtime story...that is not the best part of my day.
The best part of my day is when all the stories are read, the hugs and kisses are given and received, the light gets put out and the music begins to play softly while only the glare of a nightlight casts shadows on the wall. When the sleepy little girl grabs my hand and wraps it tight against her body, securing me to her side as she says her prayers, then tells me she loves me ("as much as the whole world, but not as much as God!!") and snuggles in tight.
That is the sweetest and best part of my day. To be the one she holds onto as she slowly slips off to sleep, to feel her heart beat, to know that I am her security blanket, and the one she most wants with her at the end of a day. It is more than I could have ever hoped for in my life. It is profound and deep and all consuming love that wells up inside of me. It is a gift beyond all others that have ever been given to me. It is the best part of my day and by far, the best time of my life.
No, it is not the morning, the quiet of my house before the chaos erupts, and it is not the drive in to work. It is not the time spent serving others all day at the preschool, or the drive home . It is not the few minutes I spend picking my child up from school and hearing all about her day. It is not the cooking of our evening meal, an hour spent watching a favorite television show or the time spent helping her do her homework. And although I love helping my child get a bath or read a bedtime story...that is not the best part of my day.
The best part of my day is when all the stories are read, the hugs and kisses are given and received, the light gets put out and the music begins to play softly while only the glare of a nightlight casts shadows on the wall. When the sleepy little girl grabs my hand and wraps it tight against her body, securing me to her side as she says her prayers, then tells me she loves me ("as much as the whole world, but not as much as God!!") and snuggles in tight.
That is the sweetest and best part of my day. To be the one she holds onto as she slowly slips off to sleep, to feel her heart beat, to know that I am her security blanket, and the one she most wants with her at the end of a day. It is more than I could have ever hoped for in my life. It is profound and deep and all consuming love that wells up inside of me. It is a gift beyond all others that have ever been given to me. It is the best part of my day and by far, the best time of my life.
Living Happily in the Moment!
Bev
1 comment:
SO sweet, and I totally know what you mean!
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