partridge day

Little sister is finally coming home; this makes me very happy :)

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Luke is communicating so much more and is so fun to be with. He now understands what I am saying to him and responds. He loves to be read to and will pull a book off the shelf and climb in my lap for a good story. This week I took him for a walk to the park and he had fun walking over all the bridges and sliding down the slide. I then put him in the baby swing; while I pushed him, I sang him scripture songs. At one point I stopped singing and he looked at me and put his hands together to form the word "more" in baby sign language and said "mo" in a deliberate little voice. I smiled.

When we got home it was time for his nap, so I put him in his crib and ran my fingers through his hair while I continued to sing. He closed his eyes and I lifted my hand. Immediately he opened his eyes and without saying a word, picked up my hand and pulled it back to stroke his hair. Sometimes words are not necessary.

Being with Luke that day I heard the word "mo" a lot. It reminded me of the song by Michael W. Smith that says: More love, more power, more of You in my life.

We were created to desire more love and more of God in our lives, more of His saving grace and power. There is a God-shaped hunger in us that we try to satisfy with all manner of other things. I am hungry to know God more.

a few of my favorite things...

• knee socks
• books
• pillows
• pictures
• Handel’s Messiah
• babies
• bold colors
• handwritten letters
• flowers
• gelato
• snow
• twinkle lights
• travel
• running
• laughter
• sunshine
• bare feet
• writing
• learning
• capturing the images in my head
• honesty
• cooking
• art
• stars
• water
  
• fuzzy sweaters
• big words
• paper
• rain
• learning
• loon calls
• the ocean
• family
• fall
  
• lightning storms
• misty mornings
• berries
• wide open spaces
• sunflowers