"put that in the trash and close the door behind you love" I said from behind the shower curtain. And I listen. And she does. That girl who put her undies on facing the right way all by herself, who almost got her pants on by herself, and who found the armholes in her shirt all by herself. She is a self confirmed "big girl" and I am humbled.
It takes me back to two years ago when I worried about taking a shower. Will she stay asleep? What if she wakes up? What if she rolls over while I'm in the shower and can't role back, will she suffocate? And as I washed away the spilled milk, and spilled sweat, and spilled tears of the last 24 hours God watched her as He always has and always will and that time He chose to sustained her life and breath...
I think of Genevieve and baby Simon cocooned in those sweet first months of stillness and crying and slow days that fly by. Even phone calls seem to overwhelming to achieve and somehow, in two years time, Simon will have miraculously grown and he will be closing doors and throwing things away...
I'm so thankful that memories are preserved without our act of willing it. Sometimes I try to fly so fast that I don't even notice where I am. I'm glad I get to look back and savor anew what perhaps I rushed through for fear of speedy showers and crying babies.
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