So… our schedule has become topsy-turvy the last 2-3 weeks or so. I just wrote not that long ago, about our Fall routine simplicity and how beautiful it was to serve my husband and son so early in the morning, even sacrificing sleep with an infant, and the reward of getting to know (and sometimes hear even though I try really hard not to listen lol) that they’re talking about things my husband thinks are important for our son. It’s the only time of day (when he’s not off for the whole day that is) when our son gets to see his dad. So their time is critically important and so beautiful to orchestrate and watch from a distance.
Go figure that once we’re nicely settled into a good routine, flowing beautifully, a yucky wrench gets thrown in that makes life a lot more difficult. It’s starting to be funny to me how life is just like that; at least unforeseen things keep us on our toes and understand our place as mere humans ❤
So I’m sitting here in the morning, and in such awe of how much love I have when hearing them talk – hearing my husband gently but authoritatively guide our son in direction, answer his questions, listen to his problems or stories. This time together is so precious! I’m so grateful that even though our schedule (my husband’s schedule) has changed again, it still allows for this to happen every morning.
It’s just So. Much. Love.