Oldest woke first on this beautiful afternoon.
While little brother was sleeping, [F] and I stole a piece of the afternoon for ourselves.
We read and played trains, just he and I. With a glance out of the window, I noticed a red tree against the bluest sky. To me, it seemed odd....more of an autumn color combination. But, I thought it would make a lovely photograph - so we stepped outside.
When we are inside, I forget that we live under a major flight path to and from the airport. When we are outside, especially during 'rush hour' there are planes that pass by every couple of minutes. They fill the sky with the most soothing white noise.
One passed in front of my lens and surprised me.
As I was turning to go back inside, I heard [F]'s small voice speaking.
"There he goes...."
"I see you little plane."
"Bye, Bye - see you later."
He had perched on the steps and was tracking the planes from left to right.
I was moved by his reverence and honor for this moment. He doesn't have to 'try' to stop and take notice. At his age, it comes naturally.
I can hear his sweet 2 year old voice in my head now, as I type.
'Tomorrow' he will be big and busy and it will be harder to remember exactly what his voice sounded like at this age.
So rather than rush him in - to get back to my to do's, I will sit on our door stoop.
Take the time to soak him in........and tuck this moment into my heart.
"But Mary kept all these things and pondered them in her heart." Luke 2:19
Thanks for reading.