Marriage + Kids

What love feels like

~ Christie ~ 2 Comments

Sometimes love feels like the cold blast of air that greets you as your faithful husband walks in the door from work

Sometimes love feels like hot, stinging dishwater.

Sometimes love feels like a heart that’s hurting inside while a mouth speaks reproof that will yield future peace.

Sometimes love feels like a tiny hand connected to a very wobbly, newly walking body.

Sometimes love feels like the side of your husband pressed up against your own as you do absolutely nothing.

Sometimes love feels a lot like playing ring-around-the-rosie.

Sometimes love feels so amazing you can only respond in wordless worship.

Sometimes love feels like a rock in your stomach once you’ve decided to apologize.

Sometimes love feels like a four year old climbing on you as if she was still two.

Sometimes love feels like your heart is bursting.

Sometimes love feels not so much like a dramatic explosion inside, but thirty pounds of soft, squishiness sitting down in your lap.

Sometimes love feels like a fuzzy sleeper holding a body that’s collapsed on your shoulder.

All the time, love feels undeserved.

Ordinary

~ Christie ~ Leave a comment

Today was a good day with the girlies. What day isn’t good with four little girls? What I loved about today, I can’t really remember. We were together; we played; we worked; we learned (short vowel sound words and blends for them, patience for me). Gracie was as hilarious as a two year old should be; Hope was sweet, and old, and thoughtful, and a little out of control as she tried to make sure she was still worthy of attention. Sophia was Sophia. Mckayla made me wonder more than once if she was going to climb or flip out of her crib. I was exhausted and thankful when it was time to say goodnight.

I don’t deserve this job. Maybe blogging will help me remember that.

Ordinary things make me feel safe and real. That’s why I loved today.