There’s nothing quite like it.
Watching him. Listening to him.
Witnessing the gift of childlike innocence.
Every now and again he’ll laugh at something when there’s nothing, nothing in sight.
He’ll point when there’s nothing but a bare wall… or empty space. These days he is pretty good at pointing at what he wants too, which usually involves the pantry, refrigerator or outside.
It’s in these moments that I feel paralyzed, awe -struck with wonder at what just happened… only hoping to make it last as long as possible.
I wonder if he knows who he just saw, played with, talked jibber-jabber to.
I’m tangled up in questions, but thankful for the visit. Because we know she came. It was all over his face, for that split second.
I get to wondering about the goodness of God to send her to us in that moment. Was it really for Joseph? Or was it because he knew I needed her close…
Perhaps she came for the both of us.