Daily Delight

She arrives at our bedroom door with her dolly in arms, cooing, cuddling, kissing and beaming. She waltzes out of bed. I am convinced of this. She must, because as we go about our morning routines, she cannot stop the motion of her feet or the humming from her heart as she cheers us as we work and prepare for the day.

Oh, how she delights!

She sits next to me at the table and we read the Bible together and talk about what we’ve learned, and she chews on her bagel and nods excitedly, “I just love Jesus so much!” she exults. Then we share our praises and our thanks and she always praises God because He is our Helper and she’s always thankful for a new day and her stuffed animals. And she always prays for Daddy to have a good day and for friends who are hurting.

Oh, how she delights!

She stands with me at the window waving to “her boys and Daddy”, signing “I love you” and blowing kisses, and then she walks sadly away already missing her loves. But the sadness is only momentary as she pushes her stroller into the kitchen with me and talks while I clean up the morning’s crumbs.

Oh, how she delights!

She pulls up her covers and straightens her pillows and beams proudly at her crooked work, and I praise her and let it stay cock-eyed, for her work is beautiful. And she gathers clothes and sorts them into piles and sits on the floor to be with me while I work, and she chatters and sighs and shares her life with me.

Oh, how she delights!

She pulls out the stool and fetches her apron and asks, “What are we baking today, Mommy?” Then she mixes and stirs and sings as she works, and she licks beaters and smears batter up to her eyebrows, and her eyes sparkle mischievously as I laugh and wipe her face.

Oh, how she delights!

She twirls in the kitchen and turns up the music and positions her ballerina toes. “Watch me, Mommy!” she calls as she waltzes spritely and sings her dancing songs. She asks again and again, “Can we listen to ‘Don’t Let Me Fall’, Mommy?” and I watch and am amazed at her sparkle.

Oh, how she delights!

She picks a short movie to watch and we eat our lunch together singing Strawberry Shortcake songs and I watch her eyes glow with each story and song.

Oh, how she delights!

She snuggles beside me on the porch swing with her pile of books and we read together and she points at all the details in the pictures and one book takes twice as long to read, but we see so much more this way. Then we rest in each other’s arms and we play games counting cars and guessing their colors as they drive by and she always picks red because it’s closest to pink and “they don’t make pink caws, except for when Aunt Bethy comes and dwives her mommy’s”. And she wins the game because more red cars drive by and then she tells me how sad she is that I didn’t win, and I squeeze her tight and tell her I don’t mind.

Oh, how she delights!

She climbs up the stairs, lip pouting, voice wavering, “I don’t want to go to west time. Please, Mommy? Can I west with you?” The sunshine has dimmed, but she sees her dollies and her kitchen set as we turn into her room, and the sun shines again and she cheers, “It’ll be FUN to be in west time! I can play westawant with my babies!” She brightens more, “OH! And my stuffed animals will eat, too!” And I walk down the hallway to the sound of her cheerful chatter with her friends.

Oh, how she delights!

She runs to the door and stands and she waits, watching for her “bwuddews” to arrive home from school. She jumps out the door and dances on the porch waving to Mrs. Phillips and yelling her “hellos”. Then she comes inside after the boys and tugs on their arms, “I missed you today. Let’s go play!” And their eyes meet mine and we smile together, and Bear runs after her and Ash follows behind and I marvel at their friendship.

Oh, how she delights!

She cries loudly as she comes ready to tattle, then breathes in as I stop her with the questions, “Is it true? Kind? Necessary?” She shakes her head and cries even more, a storm passing through her soul. She wants so badly to tell, but we walk upstairs together so I can teach her how to work it out with them. All a misunderstanding, they hug and forgive and in moments she is bright again and happy to be playing with her boys.

Oh, how she delights!

She comes when I call, perhaps not the first time, but when she arrives, she is ready to set the table and asks to light a candle so it will be “pwetty”. And she mixes everyone’s places up and begs to sit beside daddy because she hasn’t seen him all day and she places silverware with precision and steps back to applaud her work. “What else can I do, Mommy? Can I pick flowews?” And she runs outside to find a dandelion and place it in a beautiful vase.

Oh, how she delights!

She snuggles in close, her head on Daddy’s chest as we enchant ourselves with Ratty and Mole and Mr. Toad and Badger and all our friends in “The Wind in the Willows”, and she covers her mouth when the auto-car wrecks and she laughs out loud when Mr. Toad goes to jail and when I stop my reading, she joins in with the boys’ pleas to read just one more! Just one more!

Oh, how she delights!

She pulls on her jammies and mis-matching socks and runs down the stairs to brush her teeth, then comes to show me how white and shiny they are, and we grab a book and go upstairs and I tuck her in bed and she turns on her new daisy light and she perches her book on her knees to read. And we pray for her night and we thank God for her day and we sing “Pwaise God fwom whom all blessings flow…” loudly and she grins the whole time, reveling in the joy and the love and the safety of being here, now. Then I pull up her covers and kiss her sweet cheek whispering as always, “Love you. Always and forever. No matter what.” And she presses her finger on my forehead and her eyes shine and she says, “Yes. No matter what.”

Oh, how she delights!

She sighs in her sleep as I tuck her back in later than night, and I stand beside her wiping away tears of gratitude. She turns on her side and pulls Digger-Dog close. Red curls splay across her pillow, and I draw in my breath at the beauty of her. Five years of her. Is it possible? FIVE years.

Oh, how she has delighted!

She tiptoes softly into our room in the wee morning hours, and I feel her tap my shoulder gently, “I’m cold,” she shivers. I turn and pull her in between us and she heaves a sigh and whispers, “I love you.” She wraps her arm around me and is instantly asleep, and I lie awake next to her and wonder what the years ahead will hold and I pray over her and ask God to protect her and grow her and help her to love Him more and more every day. And in all the wondering, there is one thing I know… Always and forever, no matter what.

Oh, how she will always delight!

I am amazed that I have been gifted with such a treasure.

6 responses to “Daily Delight”

  1. This. Is. Beautiful.
    How good it is to bring praises to our God (Ps 147).

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  2. What a sweet gift she is to you, and you to her!

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  3. judieyoung@hotmail.com Avatar
    judieyoung@hotmail.com

    Sweet Angie,

    Thanks so much for bringing us in to this joyous time with this precious little girl. She is getting a great foundation that has caused all this delight.

    God bless you my sweet one.

    Love and blessings,
    Judie
    xoxox

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  4. sweet sweet sweet! Thank you for sharing 🙂

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  5. (Smiles) what a big little blessing she is!

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  6. Carol Crabtree Avatar
    Carol Crabtree

    I never get tired of hearing your reflections of motherhood…of enjoying the everyday of life with your family…because you realize that it is the “everyday” that is so important…much more so than those “big” days. And it sounds like your family has a lot of joyful everydays. She is just so precious, and so are you!

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