Thursday, September 15, 2011
Whisperings of my Heart
So here I am sitting on my laptop, my husband is reading and Devyn is spending the night at Aunty Sala's house. She goes to school with my sisters kids because our work schedules don't permit us to drop her off and pick her up from school. In these quiet moments, I can sit and ponder the whisperings of my heart and the people that occupy it.
"God, I know you can hear me up there, please slow the time down. I'm kind of a wreck with Devyn not spending the night at home. I feel like a terrible mother and a little aggravated that my job has enslaved me. I'm missing my babygirl tonight. I'm not sure if or when it'll ever end, but Devyn still sleeps with Uela and I. I know I should be annoyed having her on our bed still, but it's the best part of my day. The second her soft, sweet little head snuggles perfectly under my neck, there is no wrong in all the world. Oh, please let her be my baby always! If you can't slow time, will you atleast help me remember these small moments that have filled my heart with more joy and magic and love than I ever could have imagined?"
I began blogging in 2008 because I didn't want to forget. The sound of my child playing and laughing and singing in her perfect little girl voice is the soundtrack of my days. Those sounds will someday fade and later it will just be me and my sweet husband. As much as I know I will love that day, I am determined to remember the ones in between.