Thundering down the hallway with heavy feet, he bounds into the room. His blonde curls are matted and pressed in every direction. His wild blue eyes enter the room searching. Scanning the room until they land on me….
His first words are always “Good Morning Mama.” My heart melts. Mama. He has always called me Mama. I love that name.
He knows right where to find me. Coffee in hand, journal on my lap, bible laid open next to me. He loves to be the first one awake. He savors the quiet closeness the morning affords us. In these moments, there is no one else, there are no tasks to complete. Just a boy, his Mama, and her Bible. Time to be together. Time for quiet nurture – without words. The sheer pleasure of closeness. It is the only time all day that my Big Boy is quiet. He doesn’t say much beyond those first few words. He just wants to be near to me as I draw near to God.
I love you Big Boy.