I'm Gonna Remember These Days

I'm gonna remember these days.

I'm gonna remember how that little Charmer calls marsh mellows "smarsh-smell-o's," and how he thinks our next little treasure is a girl and we should name her Smarsh-Smell-o Clark.

I'm gonna remember how my little Cowboy was so bummed this morning because he had this great idea to decorate his wall by writing out Colossians 3, followed by the word REDNECK in all capital letters on the wall. I said no. He cried. Motherhood... what in the world?

I'm gonna remember that these last days before meeting new treasures can be hard and sweet all at the same time.

I'm gonna remember that Jesus really is near and that he has the exact moment of me holding my baby perfectly planned out... in fact He's had it all perfectly planned since before even time began.

I'm gonna remember that last Thursday when I thought I couldn't do it anymore (the contractions, the back pain, the unknowns, the emotions)... I'm gonna remember the way my Jesus took care of everything... it's this sweet dance between the sting of humility and the enchantment of being loved on in such specific, tender ways.

I'm gonna remember how I fell asleep and when I woke up, my little Cowboy had emptied the dishwasher and cleaned the entire kitchen, and switched the laundry. And just when I thought I couldn't possibly get dinner on the table that sweet friend of mine showed up on my door step with the most delicious dinner for my family.

I'm gonna remember that just when I think I can't move another inch, He's there moving my feet forward one step at a time.

I'm gonna remember how The Cowboy cares for me... how he calls me throughout the day... how he asks me every few minutes how I'm doing... how we're in this together and I've never once felt alone.

The waiting, the anticipation, the joy of what God has already given to our little family as life allows us to love on one another in the most unexpected ways.

I'm gonna remember the gift of now.