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Perfection

This weekend I am in Louisiana visiting my little brother and his wife to celebrate his college graduation. We are staying in the city that holds some of my fondest memories of my life with Blake as well as a few from my high school days. Today I created another day of simple, but priceless memories in this city that still feels like home to me!

The best part of the day began after my afternoon nap(yes, I am applying what I have learned from my previous post). The kids were a little restless with energy that needed to be expended as was I, so my brother took us to a new city park. Evan played with Tyler on the playground while my mom took Katy for a walk so I could go for a long bike ride. I was able to breathe in this environment that my heart at times aches for. Hundreds of trees danced above me singing about their Creator with the rustling of their leaves. Magnolia blossoms caught my nose and reminded me of the sweetness of my great-grandmother who treasured their scent as if it were gold. The water from the river flowing nearby put me at ease with its perfect rhythm. As I ended my bike ride, I passed my mom who was carrying Katy's limp body in a sling. Evidentally, the sounds of nature soothe her just like mommy.

After we parked the bike and removed Katy from her snug cocoon, we walked over to meet Tyler and Uncle Evan on the playground. I was able to watch two of my favorite boys in the world play together. Tyler inherited his middle name from my baby brother and as I watched them play, I began praying that he would inherit so much more than a name from him. After all, my baby brother is not a baby anymore. He is a man of strong character who chases after God. As I sat soaking up the last few minutes of the boys playing, I glanced down at my precious little girl. She seemed to grow with each inhale and exhale that came from her sweet body. Oh, how I wish time could stand still during this amazing phase of her life. The park ranger interrupted my daydreaming when he came by to tell us that it was time to go, and I wanted to shout, "NO! Just give me a few more minutes to soak up these precious moments." But not to worry, Tyler did the screaming for me as we had to drag him away from the park, kicking all the way to the car in protest. He calmed down quickly after I informed him that we would be going to get coffee, aka chocolate milk, from the coffee shop that was also my first place of employment.All to soon, the evening came to an end just as quickly as it had begun.

So, I sit tonight satisfied with a day of perfection. The only thing missing from today was the fact that Blake was not here to share it with me. I serve a God who loves me more than I could ever imagine. His desire is to bless me beyond my wildest dreams, and today He did. I used to dream of being some sort of rock star(ok, maybe not rock, but you get the point), but today those dreams seemed futile and so distant as I drank in the riches He has poured into my life. Life is precious, life is sweet!

Comments

The McGintys said…
Ok...I am sitting here at school while you are at my apartment and almost in tears! I am so glad you guys are here and I don't want you to leave!!!! I am glad that you are enjoying it. Can't wait to get home so we can hang out some more. Love you and my sweet babies that I have enjoyed so much these past few days!
Andi Hawkins said…
Oh I can just see it!! How wonderful to have such beautiful memories of your precious family. What a wonderful memoir to save for them when they are older. Be safe coming home sweet friend!!
Unknown said…
You, my friend, are the writer! this post is beautiful :)

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