These October Days
These October days are filled with baby smiles. Samuel can sit up now, and his tiny tuft of hair stands on his head and he's so beautiful my heart explodes. God is good.
These October days we 4 -Graham, Patrick, Samuel, and I- walk home slowly from the bus stop at the end of the road. Everyone else drives to get their kids, but we walk and breathe in fresh (warm, this week) air. We check on the trees as they change color. Sometimes we detour into the woods. Yes, some days, there is whining, but it is always worth it to walk if you can. God is good.
These October days, the house smells like pumpkin spice granola. I'm bagging it up to send to each of the hard-working teachers who have made my boys' transitions to school so seamless. Graham especially is thriving in the structure and all day learning. God is good.
These October days I cherish my parents. I love that Dad is here with us this fall, and hearing what God has placed on his heart. I love calling my Mom, just to say hi, and remembering that I come from hard-working stock- a woman who teaches 5 year olds 40 hours a week and still offers to watch our boys so that Behn and I can sneak away to the mountains. God is good.
These October days, the mountains call. Behn and I have hours to talk on the drive there, on the hike up the mountain. We laugh and dream and reminisce and breathe it all in. God is good.
These October days the cosmos finally bloom in the weed patch. God is good.
These October days, I sneak into the boys rooms after they sleep. Graham, lanky and strong, still has his hand on his beloved baby blanket. I capture this in my heart, because he's still young and I have him with me now. He's been talking openly and freely about his faith in Jesus and we rejoice. I kiss Patrick's cheek; he still has a baby face and I love every bit of him and all the things he says at age 4. I tiptoe into Sammy's room. He's sleeping in his crib now and this baby means the world to me. These three sons are prayed over. God is good.
And no, life isn't perfect this side of heaven and there are moments of exhaustion, anger, impatience and worry. Repentance and forgiveness. But God is so very good.
These October days we 4 -Graham, Patrick, Samuel, and I- walk home slowly from the bus stop at the end of the road. Everyone else drives to get their kids, but we walk and breathe in fresh (warm, this week) air. We check on the trees as they change color. Sometimes we detour into the woods. Yes, some days, there is whining, but it is always worth it to walk if you can. God is good.
These October days I cherish my parents. I love that Dad is here with us this fall, and hearing what God has placed on his heart. I love calling my Mom, just to say hi, and remembering that I come from hard-working stock- a woman who teaches 5 year olds 40 hours a week and still offers to watch our boys so that Behn and I can sneak away to the mountains. God is good.
These October days, the mountains call. Behn and I have hours to talk on the drive there, on the hike up the mountain. We laugh and dream and reminisce and breathe it all in. God is good.
These October days the cosmos finally bloom in the weed patch. God is good.
These October days, I sneak into the boys rooms after they sleep. Graham, lanky and strong, still has his hand on his beloved baby blanket. I capture this in my heart, because he's still young and I have him with me now. He's been talking openly and freely about his faith in Jesus and we rejoice. I kiss Patrick's cheek; he still has a baby face and I love every bit of him and all the things he says at age 4. I tiptoe into Sammy's room. He's sleeping in his crib now and this baby means the world to me. These three sons are prayed over. God is good.
And no, life isn't perfect this side of heaven and there are moments of exhaustion, anger, impatience and worry. Repentance and forgiveness. But God is so very good.
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