pouncing, dancing...wanting to play. I wasn't quite ready for the "sunshine" I'm SO not a morning person and 2 dogs licking me awake is not the most pleasant way to wake up.
There are so many ways I've been "woke up"
I remember being a little girl and my grandpa scratching me awake with his whiskers and waking up Christmas morning at my grandparents house to the smell of coffee and breakfast.
I remember waking up to the smell of my moms muffins on a Saturday morning and to my dads booming voice on Sunday for church.
I remember my little brother waking me up on Christmas morning VERY EARLY to see what Santa brought. We would look at our stuff and open our stockings....then fall asleep again.
I remember waking up one sad day in December thinking it was all a bad dream. Then I looked over at my grandmother sleeping next to me and realized my grandfather was really gone.
I remember lots of mornings waking up in a rush to take Alex to daycare and thinking I was never going to make it, that it was just too hard. Now I would give anything to have one of those mornings with her as a little girl.
When she was 3 and 4 she would wake me up wanting Toaster Studel and Golden Girls. We would snuggle on the couch on Saturday morning for hours.
I remember waking up with Jason and the girls in the first house we bought as a family and the excitement of it all.
I remember countless Thanksgiving mornings waking up early to bake my special cornbread and watch the parade.
I remember Madi and Alex waking us up one Christmas morning exclaiming that I must have been "a really good girl" cause Santa brought me a bike.
More recently I've woken up to Emma looking at me closely and saying..."I want to watch Reba"
One morning I awoke to her standing by the bed (very close to my face) with her Halloween mask and gloves on...talking through her nose saying "I want some cereal". I have to say it's pretty cool to wake up laughing.
I'm sure all of you have similar stories of waking up. Some sad, some happy. As I look back on all of those memories I feel thankful. God has blessed me with a beautiful, healthy family and he's never given me more than I could handle....even if I didn't know it at the time.
When you wake up with God.....you wake up blessed.
2 comments:
What a beautiful post. Made me think a lot and cry a little.
This was such a lovely post. It showed so much about you, your past, present, and future. It made me want to read more and I was sad that there wasn't more. I have to be honest that it made me sad that we as sisters didn't share the same memories growing up. Through no fault of our own. It made me sad that we have not held ourselves accountable to be in each others lives as much as we intended when we met up a few years back. But yet, I never question how much we love each other and how strong our bond is. I am just saying that I miss you, Jason, and the girls. I miss what we set out to be....Life gets us too busy. I love you sister.
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