Reading a book on the floor next to the bed.
Waiting for him to finally drift off.
I feel little fingers reach out to hold my hand – he intertwines his fingers with mine – the older two never did that. My oldest two would hold my hand, fingers together, like a mitten – this was different.
After a few minutes he rolls over the other way.
I keep reading.
I look up after just one more chapter and I see him propped up on his elbow. How long has he been watching me read?
We lock eyes and he studies my face. I hope so much that he remembers this feeling – a feeling of love and tenderness. A moment of quiet in a loud world. I try to look at him with all the love in my heart.
I pray to keep my patience and enjoy the moment instead of being frustrated that he isn’t asleep one hour later.
He reaches up and touches my cheek.
Thank God for these moments.
Be thankful in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you who belong to Christ Jesus. 1 Thessalonians 5:18
he is yours.
and you are his.
and God, who loves you both, knew this all along.
What an sweet and amazing moment! I know that you will treasure it always.
What a treasure for you to savor.
This is the first time I read your blog and it reared me up. Your description is exactly the way i feel almost daily. I don’t know if I cherish these moments more now because my kids are 18 years apart or because it really is different with an adoptive child. At the end of our prayers every night we ask for God to give me and daddy patience, strength and energy to keep up with her. Then an hour later she is still lying there awake. So enjoyed reading.