Sunday, December 4

Patter

It was a new sound around the house, a different rhythm from the normal traffic. The patter of toddler's feet...






It's been so long since I've held a little body, smelled Johnson's Baby Shampoo hair, and lovingly plucked dangerous toys from little pudgy hands. I've missed that, since starting my job. I've missed the fun it is to have a little person running around.









And as I get into the swing of watching over this little one once a week, I find the joy it is to watch the antics of a small child. The delight she finds in little things like bubbles, the cat, or objects that make noise. The way that she sways to music, and reaches up her hands to be held. How we re-discover snow together:












I can't wait... I really can't... to be blessed with one of these for my very own.

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