For posterity...I suppose that's why. Or in case one of them should someday start to forget. In case they never find the journals in the keepsake chest. May they someday know when they pull this off the shelf in hardcover form, that it was important to me to write that their Momma and Daddy loved each other well.
There are the nights on the rocker, when you fear falling asleep and dropping the baby because you haven't had a decent night's sleep in months. There are the days when you struggle to maintain consistency with a strong-willed child. Then there are the days when those little ones reach an age where some of what you've poured in, some of that heart and soul, begins to flow out of them and back to you. ...Then comes a day like yesterday...when you sit on the bed of your son...the son who stomped his little foot at you when he was two, the one who tried all your patience, the one who taught you that it was laughable to think you knew anything about parenting before he came along...that son, now in a man-sized body, and you sit there and explain to him that when he is married, he must daily tell his wife how beautiful he thinks she is and how much she means to him....
...because that's what his daddy does
...and that's how much it means to his momma
I wonder what a young man thinks when his momma explains to him that someday a long time from now, when his wife begins to look in the mirror and note every new wrinkle, his notes telling her she's beautiful will have the power to convince her that she is...
...because that's what his daddy's notes do
...and that's how much it means to his momma
Oh, I pray that they love well.
And I pray that my sweet girls follow well and become their husband's biggest cheerleaders, biggest supporters...that they learn to honor and respect...
...because that's what their momma tries to do
Oh, Lord, that they would love well.
Thanking God this day.
