Today is the first Sunday of the month, otherwise known as Fast Sunday in my culture. A day where we refrain from eating or drinking for a period of time in favor of turning our thoughts and hearts another direction.
This morning my stomach was growling before I even got out of bed. Actual physical hunger pains. The kind that would normally drive me straight to a bowl of granola, pronto. I visited with my Father in Heaven for a few minutes and began busying myself with other activities as to distract my hungry tummy. As I came downstairs I was just about bowled over by an exuberant little Beckham who had just eaten about 47 pancakes. He's so stinking happy to see me in the morning, it's good for my soul.
I realized as we wrestled and tickled and as I just about ate him up that kissing his face was all the feasting I needed for the day. He's absolutely delicious. He gives enormous hugs and I can squeeze his little squishiness. Kissing his face is like a meal, it fills me right up. And then he laughs and I simply can't take any more. My cup was full.
I wondered if coming so closely after his sister would keep this little guy in a shadow. His sister came to us in a unique way and had a lot of light on her. Being another boy who arrived in the world in a more conventional manner didn't have a lot limelight. My worries, as usual, were for naught. He comes with his own personality, mellow at times and huge as can be at others. He's perfect for me and he fills me up. Today, he's all I needed to feast on.
This morning my stomach was growling before I even got out of bed. Actual physical hunger pains. The kind that would normally drive me straight to a bowl of granola, pronto. I visited with my Father in Heaven for a few minutes and began busying myself with other activities as to distract my hungry tummy. As I came downstairs I was just about bowled over by an exuberant little Beckham who had just eaten about 47 pancakes. He's so stinking happy to see me in the morning, it's good for my soul.
I realized as we wrestled and tickled and as I just about ate him up that kissing his face was all the feasting I needed for the day. He's absolutely delicious. He gives enormous hugs and I can squeeze his little squishiness. Kissing his face is like a meal, it fills me right up. And then he laughs and I simply can't take any more. My cup was full.
I wondered if coming so closely after his sister would keep this little guy in a shadow. His sister came to us in a unique way and had a lot of light on her. Being another boy who arrived in the world in a more conventional manner didn't have a lot limelight. My worries, as usual, were for naught. He comes with his own personality, mellow at times and huge as can be at others. He's perfect for me and he fills me up. Today, he's all I needed to feast on.
3 comments:
I suck at fasting. In fact if I don't eat every couple of hours I get shaky, nauseas and faint. So good for you for feasting on that cute little chunk. I sometimes wish I could fast. Sometimes. :)
Gotta love those cheeks!
Ugh, fasting is one of the hardest things for me. Maybe if I had a kid it would be easier. LOL...probably not but congrats on finding some good distractions!
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