It is incredibly hard not to watch my 2 and a half year old engage in whatever he is at play with. He is just so full of life. He loves to tell stories and run around for no good reason, and just come back and talk in full sentences. It's hard for me to contain myself sometimes. He's talking so much more and it's hard to believe he can talk more than he already does, but my day consists primarily of allowing him to run up right beside me, talking. Nonstop. Even when he can't think of the word he needs to use in his sentence/story/question/..., he'll figure out how to get his point across. It's remarkable.
And he enjoys counting. Everything turns in to an opportunity to count with him. I have to say that's all Jus {or my brother} because I neglect the capacity to add or subtract.
I could write out an essay on it though.
Or draw a picture.
Anyway its nice to know that when I need someone to comprehend quantity and structure and space...and numbers in general, I'll have my hubs and firstborn to look to. Who knows, maybe Tj will exemplify mathematical powers too.
For now, Tj just seems to live perpetually in a 'what a wonderful' kind of 'world', and even more so when he sees me. He is always just so eager to catch my attention and then erupt in his woody-the-woodpecker cackling. His sweet face turns from wonder to adoration and I revel in it.
Cj used to do that, but now it's like a distant memory.
So now I find great delight Tj's all forgiving love.
More and more I am floored by how incredible it is to witness and even be participant to these little lives. To see these tiny persons sing and talk and think they are all grown up. I truly try not to miss any minute of it.
And then I get overwhelmed by them. And by Him.
How did I get to be so blessed? Who does this? Who allows me the miraculous opportunity to be part of something so precious? So real and so GOOD? And for all who know, it truly is a miracle. I just too often ‘forget’. Even though I can’t ever really forget the life I've lived, I am also always reminded of God and of his goodness.
"'Course He's not safe! But He's good. He's the King I tell you..."
{mr. beaver on aslan in the chronicles of narnia}
He is just so too good to me.
