In the haze of my last baby's early newborn days, I kept saying to her "I'm all yours. We have all the time in the world. I'm just going to pour all the love I can on you." And I did. I sat and looked at her sweet features. I nursed her till we both fell asleep. I didn't do much but love on her.
But that "all the time in the world" is so short and fleeting. We get a little window when its OK to ignore the demands around us and just be together.
Now my moments are usually divided between the needs of 3 kids, a husband and all the details of life. I am overwhelmed frequently by all that I cannot get done.
Patience and love. Patience and love. Patience and love.
I need to go back to that babymoon. That time when love is in its most distilled form. Yes, I do the dishes and laundry and errands and bills because I love all these people. But its not done in that same spirit of timeless, unrushed love.
Love is patient, love is kind. When we can hush the clamoring of the daily needs and demands, we can hear the heartbeat of love.
We have time to love. We have time to look in those eyes. We have time to say "I love you" one more time. We have time to listen to a story again.
Patience with those I love- giving them the gift of time. Patience with myself- giving myself grace for all I won't get done today. I'm busy loving.