Riley and Brady both climbed into bed with me this morning. I put my book down (because there will always be time for books) and welcomed the cuddles and conversation. Today there was talk of sports, Percy Jackson and how great our dog is.
I cherish this time with them in a different way than I did when they were younger. It is a more urgent savoring. I want to absorb every moment and every word because they could decide any day that they are too old and/or too cool for such things.
When that day comes, I will be sad. I will grieve the loss of morning mama cuddles. But I won’t be without hope because I know there will always be opportunities to welcome my children into space that is unhurried with no agenda or expectations. And I pray they will continue to enter, bringing with them their ideas and their hearts.