Friday, April 2, 2010
A Little Child Shall Lead Them
From his car seat, my grandson sees me and yells, “Hi, Mimi!”
He's a month shy of three years old. When he was born--slightly early, slightly underweight--I was there with his mother and dad. Now he's big for his age. Big feet, big understanding, big heart. He hides the eggs in the back yard. Then he insists on finding them too. We indulge him and help him remember where he put the last two.
Later, as his mother and granddad talk, I stoop and whisper, “Will you give me a hug?” He backs up to me. I'd be satisfied with this, but then he changes his mind, turns around and wraps me up in a serious embrace. I nuzzle him and kiss his neck, his cheek, before he pulls away. And again he changes his mind and comes back, puckered, to kiss me on the lips.
I drown in gratitude for his innocent affection. Unexpected. Undeserved. A foretaste of the love divine.
Posted by Sara Hill at 3:59 PM