When raising children, there are moments that will shine in our memories forever. Something funny they did, or their ‘firsts’ as they’re learning to navigate the world around them. The feel of their tiny hand in yours. Their arms around your neck. A slobbery kiss.
At worship (the fun sing & dance part of church) in church last night, Ivy stood up on the chair so she could see the words. Then she leaned over, put her arms around me and her head on my shoulder for a from-the-back-hug and sang the words right into my ear.
She’s only six, so some of the words were above her ability, but she got most of them, and the ones that were repeated she belted out with the rest of us.
She held me tight. So tight I thought I would burst with Love.
When the songs ended, she grabbed her shoes and her bear, gave me a kiss, and skipped that little Ivy skip downstairs for Sunday School.
These are the moments, the moments we live for, the moments that let us know we are ALIVE.
Live fully. Be open. Be brave.