William Arthur Ward
The lights were off and the room fell silent. After a busy day, our children were wiped and wanting to go to bed. This alone was indicative of a miracle. Our six year old climbed up on my lap and snuggled in. I brushed her hair behind her ears and whispered that I loved her. Every mama knows it is in these moments that the little in our girls and the movement of time collide.
“I want to sleep, mom, but I can’t.”
The events of her exciting day ran wild through her mind. She was caught up in the moments and struggled to let them go.
I can relate. I struggle with the same.
I often see what is right in front of me.....
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