If last night was any inclination that today would be my favorite day, the proof is in the
pudding cookie dough. We played UNO in front of the stove while the aroma of fresh baked chocolate chip cookies lingered. Although I knew the cookies wouldn't turn out [because they never do]...we still indulged on the dough and each other's company.
Later in the night, Mabel started her night cry and I was sure that it was going to be a long, sad night all around. But then I swept her into my arms and rocked her as I sang in the dark of night. Soon, my baby was asleep in my arms with her mouth wide open and I sighed with great appreciation. What an awesome gift I have been given and what an awesome God to entrust her to me.
Then, I woke up at 11 am and looked beside me where my husband had placed my coffee from an hour before as he was trying to wake me. The day was warm and promising. We dressed the kids and headed out the door to enjoy 60 degrees in January. I watched Mabel swing in amazement. She looks bigger than she did a few months ago.
Sister rocked the sweetest boy cap. And I adored it.
Today was my favorite day in a long time. Such a long, long time.
Kids were kids. I was mommy. God was God. And all aligned just right.
Sort of like it did for Nora last night when she gave her brother a wedgie in absolute perfect form.
What a great favorite day.
What a great, great day.
Filing it away in my heart for safe keeping.