GO

We have established a routine.  But it took some coaxing.  She wanted to wiggle.  Rip the page.  Get down.

But I knew this was a discipline she needed to learn.

To sit in my lap for book time. 

One book became two books – became a little arm reaching out for more.  She nestles between my propped up legs stretched to their full length on the footstool as she mimics the same position.  She presses the back of her head into my chest and relaxes.

Finally.

And we read.  I whisper the words of hope into her delicate ears as her wispy hair tickles my nose. 

As I begin to turn the page, she reaches out and complete that simple action for me.  Such a mundane gesture becomes so precious in that instance.  Little hands that one day will turn the pages of her own Bible and should the Lord tarry, Brown Bear Brown Bear to her munchkin.

We close the world that opens our imagination and as I begin to sing Jesus Loves Sweet Pea, she turns around and lays her head on my shoulder.

Because this is our routine.

And I find myself staying longer than necessary.  Breathing in her scent.  Rubbing her back as we rock back and forth, back and forth. 

STOP

Linking up with 5 Minute Friday with Lisa Jo Baker.

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