It’s a slow morning, the kind when we don’t need to go anywhere.
I’ll always take one of those. 🙂
Our morning routine is often the same…I’m up early for quiet time and (most days!) a good workout. I get the coffee going and have my first of many a few cups.
She sleeps until about 7 a.m. and then greets the day, usually with howling or singing…and though I sometimes grumble when I hear those first signs that she’s up, the truth is that I LOVE her exuberance at the thought of a new sunrise and the life that awaits in the coming day.
Part of this routine is the same, too…up for breakfast and a bit of TV while this mama finds the coffee (again) and sits at her computer to pound words and paragraphs that might just form a post.
And so, on this particularly slow morning, I find myself sinking even further into our routine.
I look up, startled by the clunk of the mailbox. (Yes, our mail comes early.) 😉
How is it 9:00 already?
I peek into the living room to see her sprawled on the couch…almost a zombie…munching the last of her Apple Jacks from the bowl, eyes glued to Jake and the Never Land Pirates.
And I? Have just woken up from my own little zombie state, too…definitely not a useless daze, but one in which I remained for far too long.
I try to pull myself out of it, get up, and give her the warning that when Jake is over, it’s time to turn off the TV and do something else. Several minutes…and more than several tears…later, we pull out the ponies and sit on the floor as Apple Jack and Rainbow Dash take off on their next big adventure to the farm.
Yes, the farm. We’re cool that way. 😉
Ten minutes later, just as Pinkie Pie is about to go for a tractor ride, I find myself distracted again, and I end up in the kitchen…doing dishes, vacuuming the floor, and finding another cup of coffee…which I promptly drink while sitting in front of…
You guessed it. Mr. Laptop.
And my little girl continues to play.
Throughout the day there are a few more times when I sit down to play with her, but there is always something that causes me to leave our picnic or our coloring…and I bury myself in another task.
And then, the afternoon of that particular day arrives, full speed and complete with a crash.
The kind of crash that startles me and shocks me and wakes me up with a resounding BOOM.
It comes in the form of sweet Mae, my almost-four year old, tugging on my arm as I’m trying to write.
Yes, Mae? (with maybe a bit of impatience…)
I watch as tears fill her eyes and she snuggles in for a hug. Mommy? I haven’t had a hug yet today. I just want to hug you.
And my heart cracks in two, the tears spill, and I scoot her into my lap, holding her close and tight as her head rests on my chest.
Mommy, I love you.
I love you, too, sweet girl. And I’m sorry that I let life keep me from showing you that sometimes.
I click my laptop closed, my heart pounding with fierce determination. Today I am deciding that nothing is ever more important than the adventures this life holds for a mama and her girl.
We pull out the brightly-colored nail polish and pretty up her toes.
We have princess and pony adventures in the big castle.
We have a little round of couch surfing. (Yes we do…try it!) 🙂
We snuggle down on the couch together and read stories. At one point she starts to tickle me, and we have a little tickle war.
Over and over, I hear those words from her. Mommy, I love you.
And it’s at that moment I realize…in all the dreaming, there is this dream come true, right in front of me. (<====Tweet this.)
This girl, my precious Mae, IS my dream. Every. Single. Day.
And maybe we all have those days…the kind when we get so busy dreaming that we forget about the dreams we have right in front of us, right in our arms.
It’s never wrong to dream BIG. Never. You see, we have a Father who specializes in BIG and MORE and BEYOND…and when we trust Him and walk in faith, He can do so much. So. Much. Even more than we can ask or imagine.
And when it comes to what He’s placed in my heart…
Father, may I never be so busy and so in the thick of dreaming that I forget about the dreams that reside in the life you’ve already given me. (<====Tweet this.)
So here’s to more painting toenails and pony adventures and soaking up the moments…with the most beautiful dream come true.
What’s a dream come true that He’s already given you?
Will you share with us today?
Shared by: Mel Schroeder