DMV and Daisies
Where do you go when you have had a REALLY $#@! day? When your mind is spinning and all it is consumed with are things NOT on Him? When the world has won? When you’re done.
There are lots of places to go. You know. Where you get that spark. That fill. That hope.
Some of us go to the beach. Some of us go to the mountains. Some of us go to bars. Some of us go to Facebook.
Me? Let me tell you where I go.
I let my girls fall asleep. Because at this point they do not talk back, cry, whine, or punch.
Then I walk to their bed. Or more than likely mine. They have seemed to have taken over that queen as of late.
I sit and stare for about a minute. Taking in the rhythm of their breath. The sound of their dreams. Then I lay face first towards Sohaila. About an inch away. Still far enough to see her whole face but close enough to smell her breath. Kinda like F2.8 on your Nikon. I stare for a bit longer then whisper…”Daddy’s here.” The time in which she has been parading around fields of daisies in her sleep matters not. 30 minutes or 3 hours. She smiles. Wraps her arms around my fat neck and brings my nose to hers. Then she falls back to her daisies. But her smile stays. At least for 5 minutes. And mine begins.
Then I place her on the back spoon position. And lift Seanna to the front spoon position. She on the other hand has zero tolerance for my using her as a tool for my emotional deficit. She moans and snarls. She still sleeps. Yet her face goes from peaceful to pissed. I know she is not in fields of daisies. She most likely is dreaming of sitting behind the desk of a CA DMV office. At least that is what she looks like. Once she relaxes I turn her around face to face. I dare not whisper anything in lieu of a punch to the nose. But when I see the time is right, I bury my nose in the pit between her neck and her chin. At this point she has unconsciously submitted to my wrestling. And I rest there. Trying to match my breathing to hers. And about the time I do I feel her pulse. Right there on my nose. Beating about twice as fact as she is breathing. And I count it. Thanking God with every heartbeat that she is mine. Then I fall asleep.
Dreaming of giving daisies to CA DMV workers and forgetting about whomever it was that caused me to cuss 3 hours earlier.
Don’t forget to stop and watch them breathe.
It’s better that way.
Los
RAIN IT DOWN
wow carlos, that was beautiful. although i’m not as eloquent with words, i do know how that feels. i often just sit and watch izaiah breathe. i bend down and smell him. just breathing with him. feeling him. loving him. it’s the only thing that calms me down. being with him. his laugh is the only thing that can jolt me right out of a funk. thank GOD for children!
I agree…nothing better for me than being at the home…no golf course…no gym…not with the guys…but at home with the fam….great post los
I have never been able to put into words just what that moment is like. You did it perfectly. I think heaven is going to feel alot like that.
Yep. Amazing. Love watching my kids sleep and feeling their hearts beat.
love it.
Right there with you. I have a picture of my sons and my wife on my blackberry that heps me when I’m sitting in a retarded mtg with some ‘wonderful’ fed. government people. Sometimes it’s the only thing that gets me through…
Just beautiful. You’ve captured a moment so very well.
such a sweet post, los.
great words and thoughts. thanks for sharing.
los.. you are a beautiful man with words that sooth the soul. thanks for sharing the peace of your world, and calming a piece of mine…
tgf
los
thanks for the reminder!
that’s where it’s at!
Thank you!
So – I think I really don’t want to comment on the political post – yuck.
But this one is amazing and it makes me want to go home right now and squeeze Reagan until he pops. Some days just suck – yesterday I accidentally taught Reagan a cuss word – oops – and that was just the beginning – so I really get this one and it makes me thankful for home.
daisies and dmv… that was cool.
one of the reasons i decided to rock maggiemae to sleep at night despite all the advice against it and letting her self sooth is for this reason right here…she falls asleep with her little head on my shoulder and i can kiss her over and over and just smell her and listen to her breath and know that there really isn’t anything better than that moment
Brilliant.
Beautiful! I know that feeling. beautiful.
My father, a pastor, passed away suddenly at 45yrs old. I was 20 with two younger siblings. Please have these moments with your girls for the rest of their lives. When they get older they will be the ones who think of the times spent with you to fall asleep with a smile on their face.
i love it. i read this late last night (as i was holding leia cuz she woke up crying) and i got up & went straight to the bed and laid leia down with derek & told him that the girls are sleeping with us tonight. so, i went and got kaia out of her bed and all four of us fell asleep together. we need to cherish every minute with our kids, cuz it’ll fly by.
Beautifully said….thanks for shareing.
I found it so refreshing to read a man so in love with his daughters. It’s thrilling to know that fathers can be that way. Thank you for sharing!
ok, that made me cry!!
Beautiful.
Sigh. I do that all the time.
Oh yeah! There’s nothing like these kids we’ve got. I often have to remind myself to slow down and really SEE them. Jett doesn’t let me forget. He grabs my face and says, “You’re not listening to me!”
As Jesus might say, “the Kingdom of Heaven is like…” a childs Breath… dreaming of daisies… my lovers Pulse… the rhythms of the Speechless.