Jake and I were leaving Grandma's the other night, and as we stepped on the porch, Jake looked up and exclaimed on the stars (we're big stargazers in our family). I told him how many hours his Mama used to spend out into the yard, lying on a blanket and looking up at those same stars.
I was just awed, and as this young girl was wrapping up her stargazing I would usually say, "It doesn't get any better than this."
I was wrong. It does get better.
Holding my son, as we looked to the heavens that night, I said, again, "It doesn't get any better than this."
I wonder what wonderfully better things God has in store for us in the future.
1 comment:
beautiful post, it is amazing when the little one is all yours isn't it:)
blessings,
gayly
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