“mommy, watch me!”
how many times do we hear that in any given day?
i can tell you that those very words are not taken for granted in my heart. i am all too aware at the beauty that they hold.
“mom, can i wear a little mascara?”
the day had come and i agreed it made her eyes look brighter somehow.
“hey mom, can you just drop me off at the door please?”
*heart sinks* …. of course but please be careful, my daughter.
“mom, i think i really like this boy….” as we drink coffee together (coffee. together.)
*deep breath* you are beautiful on the outside, but even more on the inside, sweetheart.
“momma, i’d like you to go with me to visit a college i’m praying about…”
*look up at the ceiling so i don’t cry* … maybe one tear (or two) slip out. yes, i will pray along side you to know God’s leading. even if that means you move across the country.
“mommy, watch me!”…. i will watch you, my beautiful daughter… i will watch you, whether near or far… i will watch you follow God wherever He may lead you…
i promise… even if….