She was sick this week for 3 days with a stomach bug, but made a dramatic comeback within an hour. So full of joy was she at this sudden recovery she became giddy, scattering her sunshine in all directions. Today was Parent's Day at school, and she embraced it with all she was worth, glad to get back to school and her friends, although worried they might attack her with hugs in their glee at seeing her again.
We moved him to his sister's room, where he could sleep by himself. He generally got more sleep which did wonders for his ability to cooperate cheerfully. We visited a 3-year-old gymnastics class, where he sat mesmerized, except for numerous pleas to be able to "go do tricks, too." We're counting the days until his first class next Wednesday. Thanks to a paper airplane-making book given to his brother as a Christmas gift, we have found a way he can be fascinated for hours, making and flying airplanes.
Motherhood is filled with loops and twists, much like my son's airplanes when they are aloft in flight. While the prospect of firm ground underfoot beckons one to safe, shallow love, the true adventure is in the air. There are spectacular views from the heights and breath-taking moments when plunging to the depths. The dips and climbs whisper sweet hints of a Savior's love and giving of Himself for His own. They are hints alone, for the best of my love cannot touch the heights nor depths of His.
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