My sweet Scoot. You are so, so close to being a three-year-old.
Today, I put your long legs in some 3T pants and your hair in a ponytail.
You looked like a grownup.
Heaven help me.
My love, you are such a breath of fresh air.
From any room in our cozy home, I can call you and I know I will hear:
"I'm coming, Mama."
Your small feet will pitter patter down our wooden hallway.
Your sweet smile will pop through a doorway.
You have put down whatever you were doing. You have come quickly to me.
You will be in my presence because I called you.
Thank you for your willingness to obey, my sweet one.
For reminding me of the way that I need to respond to my Heavenly Papa.
I need to run to Him saying, "I'm coming, Papa."
I need to forget what I was doing, drop all of my other seemingly important priorities...
run, straight into His presence. To wait, and learn what He has planned for my day.
I love you forever and always, my sweet Scoot.
May I learn to show you daily what it means to run to your Heavenly Father's arms.