This morning we just needed a quiet morning.
No more packing.
No more preparing.
A morning of our feet in the bean bin, wiggling our toes as they are covered like sand.
A morning of playing with magnet dolls; doesn’t Belle look beautiful in this fancy dress?
Time to draw yet another picture, carefully crafting the stick figures into perfection.
And the little library had to be set up, categorizing each book by subject because my kids are awesome and adore books. And need to read books. So many beautiful pictures to comment on. The familiar words. The snuggling close.
Then of course the toddler had to slide with her library selection. ‘Dewey the library cat’ tumbled down in her squealing arms.
A quiet morning of puzzles, the oldest nurturing the little middle, as seven year old smiles guided the three year old learning curve. Tenderness. Patience. Quiet love. And at last Cinderella’s ball gown was complete.
Jumping on the trampoline while watching the breeze in the trees out the window. And popping those awesome bubble wrap delights, even riding the scooter over them! How many different ways can we hear those joyful pops?
It was enough.
It was needed.
A quiet before the day picks up; visiting with the cousins, a busy dinner and then running out the door to another VBS night.
How we drank in the morning’s quiet.
How we breathed in the time.
Time to sit.
-Thankful, grateful and beyond blessed by our Lord.