A Sponge

It's that time of year folks.

My cuddle bug is turning ONE! (on friday) Yep, he's officially getting old. *tear*

I've been reading two ladies' blogs whose babies are sick. I usually steer clear of those bc I can't shake the sadness, but I find myself drawn to them, to their stories. I want to see how God works. I want their babies to be fine. I guess I'm drawn bc I would want people praying for me and my child(ren) if one of them were ill; so I pray for them.

I guess I am just really trying to be thankful. Thankful that Coop is healthy and fat and has a working ticker. Thankful that I get to raise him and his sister. Just flat out thankful.

Have you ever held your child or loved one or smelled the coming rain and said to yourself, "Absorb this moment. Breathe it in, remember if forever. Feel it. Cherish this contact, this passion this love? Be thankful."

I find myself saying that more often these days. However, I find when you are trying to absorb something, the harder it is to absorb it. Amen? I mean, I held Coop last night while he was sleeping, I didn't want to put him in bed. Over and over in my mind I kept repeating those words. I found myself not feeling like I was a very good sponge! So I held him longer, hoping I would feel fully soaked, fully absorbed with passion, love and memories. The longer I held him the more I felt the need to hold him longer, to continue absorbing. I couldn't get enough to last me forever.

So I realize at this moment. That's how I should be with Christ.

Holding on to every moment; absorbing it. Breathing it in. Cherishing the contact, this passion this love. Being thankful. Trying to get enough of Him to last me forever.

Funny thing is? That will never happen, but I still must try.

Now I must go cherish Cooper's poop; breathe it in, smell it and absorb the moment.