Most mornings I sit on the couch, listen to music, and slowly sip my coffee. There is little I love as much as a slow morning. One of my favorite things about these slow, peaceful mornings is my view. There’s a certain little someone who is rarely out of my sight, and from my vantage point I can see so many things.
I see a little girl who is growing up so fast it both breaks my heart, and overwhelms me with pride and joy.
I see an imagination that is growing day by day. Gosh, it’s fun to see what she comes up with next!
My view provides me with plenty of sweet, sweet smiles.
I spot firsts, and even a few lasts.
I get to witness learning and growth right in the moment. I don’t miss much, as long as I pay attention.
I see an ever-changing gal who doesn’t look quite the same one day to the next. Tiny transformations are taking place, and I want to remember every stage.
I examine mistakes made, problems fixed, and lessons learned.
I see brilliant discoveries, amazement, wonder, and the purest joy.
Most of all, I see an undeserved blessing that God has entrusted to me. My heart soars with joy and fear at what a gift I have been given to care for on this earth.
My view gives me a front row to seat to so many wondrous things.
Soon, my view will change. It will include a new blessing. Another I don’t deserve. As time passes, my view will grow just like those who are in it. My home will change, my couch will change, the coffee might even change. But, one thing that will never change is how blessed I am by a Savior who granted me a view that includes precious little souls to raise and love.
I love my changing view.