not to us

This morning, I got a few quiet moments with Burke.  During my shower, he had screamed and cried...non-stop.  When I got out, he was exhausted from his fit.  Since he's a little sick, I snuggled him up into my arms to comfort him.  Within five minutes, he was sleeping soundly in my arms.

As I rocked back and forth, I enjoyed the silence.  Knowing that precious time was burning off the clock, I made an intentional choice to cherish the quiet moments with my little boy instead of worrying about the day ahead.

He looks like a completely different person when he's asleep.  So peaceful and angelic.  So still.  His little body fits perfectly into the crook of my arm.  His beautiful head seems like it was shaped for the nook between my neck and shoulder.  His chubby feet nestle comfortably on my thighs.  This is where he belongs.

It's where I belong, too.

I had no idea what the day was bound to bring.  Ruby woke up sick.  The appliance delivery got pushed back to naptime.  We needed to pick up a few more groceries.  I had to find a substitute teacher for my ROCKS class.  Lots of dishes needed special attention.  The house needs to be cleaned for this weekend.

There haven't been any quiet moments since 7:45 this morning.  But those few quiet moments that I chose to enjoy this morning?  They have carried me through the rest of the day.  Those sweet little cuddles reminded me that Motherhood is worth getting puked on.  Those silent moments have calmed me during the otherwise hectic phases of my day.

I wonder what a few more quiet moments would accomplish.  With my son or daughter.  With my husband.  With those I love.

With my God.  So often, I rush through my time with Him.  I invite him along on my hectic day, forgetting that he offers peace.

This morning, I cuddled with my son, and it changed my outlook.  Tomorrow, I plan to cuddle with my Father.  I have a feeling my outlook will continue to evolve...significantly.

And I can't wait.  :)