Today was pajama day.
All Day Long
I loved it - my first true day off in weeks.
In my heart, though, today was a due date.
You know, I don't remember the due dates of my boys. I think I almost hit the actual due date for My Oldest. Maybe I missed it by one day? The others, I know I missed, since none of those man-babies seemed to want to leave the cozy womb, staying inside long enough to make me groan in anticipation,
and a little bit of misery.
But I think due dates get erased, or at least smudged, from memory when the actual, joy-filled, birth-date occurs. When no birth-day comes, the due date remains, representing all that was hoped for, all that was dreamed.
So every December 26th, I nod to myself, remembering, and again agreeing with Him that all is well.
I find myself willing those dreams into the safety of His hand once again, knowing that there is a future, and a hope,
because He promised.