Still Little.

August 4, 2021
Sydney, Australia

Luke.

I looked into your eyes and caught my breath.  

In one moment I see you as a baby, a toddler, a five-year-old, and then the young man you are growing into.  

You have freckles now.  When did that happen?  

It must have happened right under my nose because you grow every day and yet every day feels the same.  And yet, hundreds of the same every-days must mean that nothing stays the same.

I pray you stay sweet and kind and compassionate. 

Just the other day, you explained to Chloe that you would both get married and wouldn’t live in the same house any longer.  You were so calm and patient and matter-of-fact about it.

I pray you would come to know God.  To love him with your whole heart and to see the world through His eyes.  

I pray that you could see yourself through my eyes.  Through God’s eyes.

And then the moment passed. 

You put on your headphones, turned on Boxcar Children and you snuggled up next to me on the couch.  Still little.  Still small.  And yet, every day a little older.