Slow days

by Holly Clark

I want to remember this peaceful moment.

Eleanor finally fell asleep on her own while talking (very loudly I might add) on our guest bed downstairs. It's the coolest room in the house. 

I'm learning to let go of expectation, to let go of my agenda and allow Eleanor to be Eleanor. There will be many moments where her schedule cuts into mine, but I hope to be present to it.

Each day present to her. Because soon she will not be tiny and I will be missing this very sweet season of her life.

This season of reading the shoe books my mother gave me. Of singing songs together and hearing her laugh for the first time.

I'm not sure why God entrusted us with such a lovely little life. But here I am, fully responsible for an actual human being - God help us and let us fully experience this joy.