I remarked to her. "Everything is messier than I imagined it would be". She looks around and agrees. We sip coffee, listening to kids holler, laugh and race somewhere, to be somewhere fast. When we were younger, she and I, we would have been sweeping the floor, bemoaning the laundry that really should be switched to the dryer, but certainly not sitting.
Life is grittier and richer than I possibly imagined.
I figured that with every passing day, my heart & home would be cleaner, our children neater and better behaved, my husband even more loving and clever, not to mention all those little niggling gritty details about myself that I just imagined would disappear. All and none of these are true.
Instead, I ponder the time passing, ever more swiftly. My insubstantial premie baby boy is now a strapping young man that almost looks me in the eye and prefers to be called young man. Best boy #2 also now prefers to be called young man, though he is unafraid to still snuggle with me. Our time with them is fleeting, crumbs will be gone, laundry a thing of the past. What grittiness of heart, what steadfast path do they see me walking? Life may be messier, but when sitting to read, to explain, to listen.....those moments reveal to me a true and lasting Glory.
