They are each so different. What an obvious remark, right? I mean...girl and boy: there's an elemental difference for you. But aside from that, I cannot even see where their personalities and isms cross. Charles and Eleanor are completely separate entities and why should I expect it to be any other way? We are, after all, created in is His image and likeness and He is so vast as to not be comprehended fully by my little mind. He creates the innumerable snowflakes that fall afresh each and every winter and He has done this since the beginning of time. Zooming back in now...my view of my loves and what I love about them right now:
I pulled an earth mama and crawled in Eleanor's crib before her nap. She kept patting her blankets and stuffed animals as if to say, "Welcome to my space, Mom." We sat across from each other in a moment of mommy-daughter discovery. It was the first time that Eleanor had the opportunity to show me something of her very own and I was just as thrilled as she.
Charles is still very, very squishy for a nearly six month old. His preferred position is a faux seated posture in the crook of any available arm. He is a little lump of pizza dough and delights in being rolled from arm to arm, back to tummy to back, squeezed in close then held out far. The whole time he wears a ridiculous, gurgly grin and seems to be having just the best time.
I am also taking full advantage of staring into their eyes as much as I can. I always ask the same question as I do this: "Who are these little people?" A simple yet profound exercise and one that I will never tire of. And then we come back to unplumbed depths, for if we are like this, how much more is our God?
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