Your daddy is carrying your cheer bag "TRW" to football each week. As we walked into the gym tonight he said, "Ya know, I'm using Sis' bag...." I nod and wait for the rest. "Now, I have glitter all over everything."
"Hi Daddy." - I responded simply and heard her glee.
We are new residents in a new apartment complex. There might be a total of 12 residents in the whole complex; one of them drives a black VW.
Yep.
Tonight, my friend Rebecka, the reason I started writing this blog, sends me a video. She captured her son laughing to one of Taylor's favorite childhood books, The Napping House. While there's no greater joy than hearing a sweet, prayed-for child's laughter, I instantly recalled Taylor Renee "reading" the same book to her Grammie long distance on the phone.-long before Taylor recognized the words by sight; we had just read it so much, she had memorized the story. As sweet baby Jonas laughed, I saw green eyes dancing and red hair blazing down the back of a little girl who filled my heart- and whose absence torments my soul.
Someone called these shoulder taps; somebody else might call them simple coincidences, I call them grace. I call them mercy.
I call them remnants of the gift of motherhood, holy and completely undeserved.
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