Thursday, October 7, 2010

Unwrapping a gift

October has been a gift.

Everyday, around each corner another package for me to unwrap and see what's inside.

7 packages containing the most perfect weather you ever did see.  Each one wrapped up in a blue sky the exact color of my love's eyes.

The gift of digging out a light sweater or two, of feeling it on your skin, making the cold as delicious as any chocolate I've ever tasted.

A long talk on the phone with a friend that made me see her anew, that gave me such hope for the type of people I long to surround my children with.  A talk that reflected back like a mirror my passions and dreams.

A bike ride or two, being wrapped around and above and below in a perfect day.  Feeling the wind on my face as we go down a hill and letting go, singing at the top of my lungs of my Father God.

Making a fall all my own, around my door, in my rooms, to remind me of the beauty I left long ago, leafs in all their splendor, red, orange, gold, never losing their affect on me, year after year, that beauty is a gift He's given us.

Feety pajamas on little feet, the way they sound plodding down the stairs, they way they turn my children back into babies, for just a moment, how they scream out to me, come cuddle up on the couch with me mama and let's pass the time in a way that matters.

A garden that is not worn out by sun and heat, producing abundantly, a bell pepper there, a cucumber here, butternut squash to last the whole year through, and the promise of homemade salsa soon.

A day at the park, a sudden plan, leaving behind to-do lists and worries.  Spending hours on the playground and then just when I think I should have brought a picnic because it's too beautiful to go home and eat, a "gourmet" to-go food truck is there to feed us and provide us with a memory, an adventure.

Each day a gift, a love story written out to me, you are My child and you are precious in My sight.

Can you see it?  He speaks in your own language, whispering I am here and you,  you are loved.




6 comments:

Carrie Burtt said...

Each day is a wonderful gift to unwrap...this is beautiful Jenny...i needed to read this today. :-)

Elizabeth@Romans8:15 said...

Love this....and love my boys in footie pajamas. They will always be my babies when they wear those footie PJs.

Kati patrianoceu said...

This is really great! Can't help but admit that it makes me a bit jealous... but I will try harder to see the gifts!

emily wierenga said...

how you make me know his love.

i have tears, especially from this:

Feety pajamas on little feet, the way they sound plodding down the stairs, they way they turn my children back into babies, for just a moment, how they scream out to me, come cuddle up on the couch with me mama and let's pass the time in a way that matters.

is it possible to miss him even as he's with me? my baby grows too fast, but we grow with them... and buy bigger feety pajamas :)

you write so beautifully. never stop.

Kyle said...

The feety pajamas and remembering those kids brought tears to my eyes.

Jenny said...

Y'all make me so happy, with your sweet words.

love, Jenny