Saturday, January 17, 2009
I Didn't Think He Would Fit
First, it's the night Lucy's tooth almost pushes through - she cries and cries. She won't hardly nurse - just cry.
Then, it's Janie calling loudly from across the way, a bed change and me bleary eyed. I freak out, then, hold, cuddle, snuggle, it's okay, it's okay.
Somewhere between her wad of covers stuffed in the washer and fresh jammies fumbled from her drawers, Jack is on the bottom bunk blowing me kisses. One, two, three, kiss-kiss-kiss. He's just laying there on his side kissing the air. He rolls over, goes back to sleep.
I stop, hold Janie.
"I hope you know how much I love you, honey."
Pause, "I don't"
"Maybe you never will because it is so much."
"I think I will because God is really big and he is living my my heart. I didn't think he would even fit. His hand is bigger than the sky." But he did.