The Little Things

It is always the little things that take my breath away.

Earlier tonight, we were all squealing in delight and cheering for cute baby Palmer as he scooted/army crawled all around the floor.  It takes my breath away to see him grow and develop.

Then I crawled into bed with Beau to tuck him in.  He said, "Tell me home story."  He is in a phase of wanting to hear his homecoming story every single night at bedtime.  Takes my breath away to hear the sweetest little voice that I've ever heard.

Then as I was cleaning up the kitchen from dinner, the lighting of Christmas tree special at Rockefeller Center came on tv.  It took my breath away, but in a different way.  My dad and I used to love watching things like that together.  Even if we weren't physically together, we would call and text each other throughout the show to discuss great performances, bad outfits, etc.  Last night was the CMA Country Music special on tv, but I couldn't watch it.  It was just too much, especially on his birthday.

So much joy experiencing Palmer's first Christmas and the first Christmas where Beau is really getting into all the excitement.  But so much sadness experiencing the holidays without my dad.  As much as I grieve for my own loss of my dad, I grieve even more for what it means for Beau and Palmer.  I want them to have a lifetime of memories with my dad.  Luckily, Beau has a lot of videos with my dad that he can watch and Palmer's birth story is an amazing story of God's lavish grace.

Even in the sadness, there is much joy.  God is good.