Yesterday was a hard day at Church. Fussy baby and resistant primary children. My daughter threw a tantrum at the end of church because she didn't want to go home. Husband was dawdling talking to someone and I decided to leave without him. My feet hurt because none of my shoes fit post pregnancy. I was pushing the stroller with a crying baby in it, trying to get the toddler to walk instead of sit down in the middle of the street and play with rocks.
I finally motivated her into moving by chasing her down the sidewalk. Once we got close to our house I passed her and headed down the driveway. Then she had her final meltdown.
Sitting in the dirt, screaming "NO!! You chase ME mommy!" She was not happy with my passing her.
James was still crying in the stroller and I was in a hurry to get inside and nurse him. I couldn't leave Jenny out in the street unattended, and I was trying to coax her inside.
I offered letting her push her shopping cart. I offered candy. I offered bath time. Nothing worked.
Suddenly James stopped crying. I felt my stress level instantly drop a notch.
At the same time I saw Brent striding towards us at the end of the street. He looked so handsome and tall walking toward me carrying his leather bag and wearing his dark suit. I have one sexy husband!
I pointed him out to Jenny and encouraged her to go run to him. It took her a minute to figure out where I was pointing and to see him. When she saw him she instantly stopped whining, stood up, and ran to him.
In that moment I felt such joy. Yes I had been having a hard day. However, seeing my adorable child totter down the street with her arms out happily shrieking "Daddy!" and giggling as she ran, and watching the love of my life walk briskly toward her and call out her name, filled my heart to the brim.
I love these people. They are my life.
It was the sweetest, most perfect moment, watching those two run to each other.
I am confident my life will be filled with many more such wonderful moments, but how can such joy be surpassed?
This is what it's all about.
4 comments:
I feel your pain--I've been there. I loved your play by play description! It's so great that you were able to get out of the frustration of the moment and see the joy when it came. Life is lived moment by moment, and so often we miss the little ones. Good job.
Yes, primary was crazy yesterday. But you handled it all very well - you just seemed to "go with the flow" and didn't look that frustrated at all. In fact, as Annette and I were talking about our day in priamry we commented on how you came up with the best ideas that are really pretty simple and don't take any preparation, but the kids love them - referring to the "pointing" activity that you did. Anyway, glad your day ended on a bright note!
I'm so sorry you had a hard day! I really hate when my shoes don't fit. That sounded like a bad combo. I stopped by today with Logan's new red wagon his Grammie bought him. I just know Jenny will love to ride in it. Hopefully we have another nice day before winter comes. We'll pull it out then.
Love you all!
Church!?!
Sometimes I think we go just so the Lord can prove to us that we can survive and even feel joy after the pain.
This post is emblematic of the title of your blog.
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