In The Next Decade I Will No Longer Hold My Baby
In the next decade…
A day will come when I can no longer hold my baby and rock him in my arms.
In the next decade…
A night will come where the bedtime stories are just a memory.
In the next decade…
I will watch one of my babies graduate from high school and wonder how it went so fast.
In the next decade…
I will start to see lines and grays and grace.
I will experience the growing pains, joy, and heartbreaks and longing for the things that I didn’t know mattered so much.
In the next decade…
I will be one day closer to meeting my Father.
You will be too, my friend.
In the next decade, like this one, I am not guaranteed tomorrow.
It’s not my given, it’s my gift.
Friend, as we look ahead to the new decade, can we promise each other to take a breath and hold onto this one for just a moment more?
We aren’t getting this back.
Every hug, every bedtime story, every sweet little sloppy kiss, every dance in the kitchen, is a closer to the last one.
May I remember this decade always as the one God gifted me motherhood, graced me unexplainable love, and left me longing for a moment more.
And may the next decade be filled with that same grace and longing for one moment more.
*via Katy Ursta