Or I'll stop during dinner and see the way his eyelashes, so long and dark, flutter against his pale skin. He cuddles around me in bed when I'm so reluctant to get up in the morning and speaks such words of love.
The sad thing is how seldom I stop to notice this beauty in the chaos of our busy lives. I focus too much on how they chew with their mouths open and whine about not getting their way. I completely overlook the miracle of how these two have grown from helpless babies to independent children, finding their own way in the world, both connected to and separate from their parents.
It's so easy to get caught up in the routine and lose the beauty of the sacred moments. Today as I was walking from the parking lot to the chapel, I paused for a moment as I was struck by a memory of my very first time on campus, at the spot between the library and the chapel where I first felt Hollins calling me home.
Perhaps we need these moments to remember our calling.
May we find moments of blessing and renewal right where we are.