I love bedtime with my children. For one, they are going to bed. Praise all ye heavenly hosts. And, for two, it often serves as a catalyst for some sweet exchanges.
A couple of nights ago, I tucked Anna in. I read her a book of her choice. And, then we talked about what it means to have Jesus in her heart. She quickly interjected, “Wait, Mom. I have Jesus in this heart, God in this heart, and my family in my middle heart.”
I pressed her tender, rosy cheek to mine. I brushed her soft, fine hair with my fingertips. And, I told her I loved her with every single fiber of my being.
I gently closed her door, then thought… I will miss these moments one day.
So, I begged for time to please slow down.