when the winter seems long and there are too many days of rain and mud, we find ourselves wishing for warm weather and sunny skies. anything to break up clouds of gray that hover.
the children roll out of bed, hair in disarray, nested evidence of reckless sleep. the first words spoken every day, "do you have to go to work today, daddy?" anticipation of saturday lingers. we sing the days of the week song. we count them down. we relish in weekends.
weekends are for family.
the little one has the lovely idea that we should all participate in show and tell during breakfast saturday morning. i gladly oblige and delight with a bit of pride. creative, this one.
daddy rolls out of bed first saturday morning and brews that sweet nectar that opens my tired mama eyes. he clanks and clatters in preparation for our favorite breakfast dish, burritos. our feast adorns the table as i feed the tiny one. everyone hustles secretively with their selection for showing and telling.
we sit, pray, eisley nearly bursting with excitement, we begin. daddy first with a pocket watch his grandmother gave him. our minds so in tune. we both chose something with story. our love for story pushes through always. the blank pages enticingly before us. our story being written into His.
i chose my mama's wedding band, given to her by my daddy. it is a simple gold band but it represents a moment of goodness and love.
sometimes it's hard to see the goodness and love through all the muck and mire. yet, it's there, around every corner, in every moment of every day. His goodness. His love. Overflowing onto us and from us onto them.
let us show & tell of His love today.
*linking up with carissa for miscellany monday