Sometimes life requires me to have irregular hours, so on those strange days...Kinsey puts me to bed.
Tonight this is the story she told me:
"Mommy this story will be a little bit scary and a lot nice, okay?
Once a long time ago, you heard fireworks and they were loud and woke you up. But i slept through the fireworks and i loved you. The end."
She was right. That story was a lot nice.
Last night while putting Kinsey to bed you asked me, " mommy how many days until your birthday?"
So i quickly estimated around 250 days, to which you responded, " Whoa that's a long time, are you going to have a party?"
I laughed. " sure! Do you and daddy want to throw one for me?"
You responded, " oh yes! I can help daddy with the cake! What kind of cake do you want mommy?"
I proceeded to explain how many layers of chocolate i wanted when you interrupted me with, " ok yeah, but what KIND of cake, like Cinderella. Or Ariel, or Tangled, or Elsa and Anna, or Olaf?"
"Olaf I suppose."
"Ooh good choice mommy!, ok im ready for bed now."
You. Crack. Me. Up.
My little firecracker;
You might just be about everything to me at this juncture of my life. You make me laugh, and not little passing laughs, but real joyful laughs that I can relive again and again. You cheer me up when I am blue, sincerely and heartfeltly. You, Kinsey Jewel, make me feel hope and true love, and family, and grace and mercy altogether in who you are...I can never express in these mundane words how much I love you, and need you. And to blow my mind even more-that inexpressable feeling of love- is NOTHING compared to how much and how well God loves us.
I can just barely attempt to understand, and just that little bit of understanding, has made me see something so much bigger than me, my life, my love, that its completely overwhelming (in an awestruck way).
Praise be to the God of the Universe for peeling back my eyelids and these layers of hardness on my heart so they could both see and experience THIS. What a privilege. How humbling and amazing.
You were a surprise to me, but not to Him, and Ive never received a better gift before, or since salvation.
Surprise victory, surprise precious.
His Precious Victory.
Love your momma,
Heather Jo
