I picked him up, fed him, and was thinking that I'd just hold him while I typed. Then I looked at him, and how tired he seemed, and how he just wanted me to hold him. To be still.
Slowly, I left the computer, and rested with him on our old plaid couch. His sweet body nestled in the crook of my arm and within minutes -- he was asleep. We stayed there for almost an hour. Just Samuel and me. While he slept I rested, prayed for him, and enjoyed the simple quietness and calmness of holding a sweet little one.
I could have missed that moment.
I could have stuck with my initial idea to write, to be on schedule, to start Monday in a rush.
But Samuel had different plans.
And just like I wrote about last week with Caleb and coloring {choosing the right color}I was once again reminded how I needed to release my agenda - the cooking, cleaning, blog writing, over-achieving, I need to get it all done agenda. Somehow the Lord has been teaching me to slow down. To stop moving on hyper-drive and to begin to be alert to the moments, the gifts, that He has planted right in front of me. I was moving so fast that I had been missing some of the beauty in the every day.
So this morning, at 6:12 am, I embraced the moment.
After all, there won't be many more days where Samuel will fit in the crook of my arm.
But this morning? He did.
And it was wonderful.
