Snapshot Sunday: Warm, Heavenly Blankets
I don’t know what made me think of it.
Maybe it was Lulu shivering from the bath, her stringy wet hair soaking into the shirt of her fuzzy pink hippo pajamas.
Maybe it was Gigi in her long underwear from last winter, her having grown so big that the ankles of the snug bottoms were hitting her mid-calf.
Maybe it was the memory of bringing them both into this world. Holding them close. Loving them recklessly from their damp heads to their tiny, perfect ankles.
While a nurse covered us with a warm, heavenly blanket.
I’m never going to be the perfect mom.
There’ll be days when I lose my mind over the full carton of orange juice you knocked out of the refrigerator when we had to be at school five minutes ago or when I grow weary from picking up the hundreds of tiny pieces of white paper you left littering the living room, the carpet and in between the couch cushions, as you fashioned snowflakes out of the last of our coffee filters.
But no matter what you do, no matter how many mistakes I make, I’ll always love you recklessly.
And every night, when we read stories and say our prayers, I’ll take those extra three minutes to stick your blankie in the dryer.
And cover you with a glimpse of heaven.
From your damp heads to your tiny, perfect ankles.
Our hearts are heavy for those affected by Hurricane Sandy, those in desperate need of a glimpse of heaven. Join me in lifting them up in prayer and deed. You can donate to the relief efforts by giving to the Red Cross here.