Yesterday we lunch with a dear friend–she is an extension of our family. I asked her a question I find myself asking, after a good belly laugh with my college roommate. Back in our cramped little dorm room, Elizabeth asked me what meal my mom would make over the upcoming break that I was most looking forward to. I replied, “salmon on the grill.” I swear Elizabeth laughed for 15 minutes straight–I sure as heck couldn’t figure out why! She laughed as she explained that she didn’t think her family had ever eaten that for a meal, so I returned the question to her. She replied some some Italian sausage-meatball-pasta dish that my family had probably never really had before for a meal.
I love how we are all so different.
So yesterday, I asked her what her favorite meal was upon being home the previous week on spring break. When she answered, “homemade mac’n’cheese,” I knew she really, truly, was family.
I also find it interesting chatting with other moms about ages and stages they look forward to, dread, are surprised by, nervous about, etc. In fact just last night, a friend and I decided we should probably swap children, as I love the newborn-3 months stage and now am absolutely swooning about 16 months until 2–and she prefers the months in between.
Fascinating, I tell ya.
Well, if you were to spy in our front windows–as many sort of do, because I’m awful at closing the blinds–you would see a lot of laughter, dancing, singing, coloring, stacking, and reading.
There is something about this age–Harlow’s personality shining through and her mind soaking up everything like a sponge. It makes me thankful for grace when I get too frustrated as her mommy, and overjoyed with the abundance of love He gives us all.
Each day is more and more of a reminder to me that she is His child, and I pray each day I am showing her that I am His child, too.