Every night.
I tiptoe into your rooms and sit on the edge of your bed; better even than leaning over the rail of your crib.
Planting kisses on your cheeks, ruffling your hair and breathing whispered prayers for all of the things that I forgot in the rush of life.
Tears slip across the bridge of my nose more often than not. Because I can’t bear the thought of a day when I can’t tiptoe in anymore and kiss your cheeks, ruffle your hair and breathe whispered prayers.
My love is so deep that it cuts my heart into a million pieces.
I soak it all in. It may be the only time each day that I stop and let the emotion surface. Just for a moment or I would surely give permission for fear to visit. And I won’t.
But every night peace sweeps in. And while you rest my heart aches for more nights like these.
About Kirsten
… and I’m crying at work.
It’s so true! Unfortunately the growing up years only make the tears harder. My only condolence is knowing that as they grow I will have these beautiful grown up friends to share life with Jeremy and I. Only not being able to snuggle them anymore…oh…now I’m crying again too.
Also crying…. so beautiful!
Thank you for sharing a snipet of your heart on this subject. I was just wondering, the night before last, if it’s normal to still check in on your kids beyond the baby years. I also go into their rooms once their asleep and check on them. The kids know I do so and I think they like the fact that I shower them with love even in their sleep. I sometimes say a prayer or give a kiss on the forehead. Most times I just gaze on them with love and adjust their covers though. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I checked their breathing too, maybe that’s a little obsessive. Many nights I ask God to forgive me where I failed that day and thank him for giving me this crazy life. From one thankful to God momma to another, thank you for your encouragement! Keep sharing and stirring our hearts. Your words bring inspiration to us all.
Aww, Jessica. You are so so beautiful– on the inside and out. I want to be a little more like you when I grown up. Thank you for being my friend.
Beautiful! I have felt and done these things for 27 years. 27, 21, and 7, the older ones when they come home, I still do it, they sometimes wake up and catch me. Thank you for sharing. God bless you and yours!
Oh Elizabeth, I can’t even imagine those days just up the road! It makes my heart happy to hear that you still go in and check on them. Mine know that I do it too and they love it if they happen to wake up when I’m re-cozying them a bit tighter. I love seeing a sleepy smile brush across their lips.
This is beautiful. My sons’ rooms are empty now, but every now and then I still go in and whisper my thoughts and prayers! One son lives a few miles away and has a son of his own. My other son is but a breath away, in heaven, yet both own the larger part of my heart!
Oh Jan… Thank you sooooo much for sharing that piece of your heart. I saw your comment as we were shopping in Indy and I just walked through Trader Joes with tears streaming down both cheeks. ((hugs))