Friday, October 10, 2014

Snack time Beauty finds

Snack time happens every day. Twice a day. These boys. They eat. A. Lot. 

On the one hand, this is great. Growing and healthy little men is always a good thing, right? They sit together. They snack together. They share whatever it is I've given them and fill their little boy bellies.

This time is normally when I'm able to get a task done. Whether it be laundry, dishes, wipe down the table, practice my mamatography, or blogging, I'm able to get something done. It's normally a great time for all. Rarely do we have a spat. Snack time just works around here and there's beauty in that.

There's beauty in that because I know I'm going to miss it. Let me explain.

I'm going to miss these little snacking eyes with their sweet little dimples.
I'm going to miss these crumb-crusted lips.
I'm even going to miss these cups with covers. Because, covers. And, well graham crackers, I don't think those will ever leave our grocery list. Because, smores.

I'm going to miss their little hands and their little signs. More pweese, Mamaaa.
I'm going to miss their silly faces. The silliness just gets me and is so telling of their personalities. It fills me.
There's been this fun new little game of show me _____ face. The one that cracks me up and couldn't share their personalities more is Show me your grouchy face. Bigfoot (above) can't make a grouchy face to save his life! While you have Linus (below) who is such a natural. This grouchy face of Linuses' cracks. me. up! Every time! 
I'm going to miss Linus at 20 months. Because there's just so much goodness going on right now. A midst our normal (They are normal, right?) day-to-day toddler challenges, he really is so wonderful, hilarious, and filled with personality for dayyyyss.
And, I'm going to miss the boy who made me mama. This boy. This 3 year old. He fills me. He brings me flowers. He loves his friends and family. Aside from our normal (Right?), bits of defiant behavior, he really doesn't have a mean bone in him. 
I love my boys. They're good to me. And, I pray I'm good to them in a similar way - a way that orients them towards beauty. Beauty that always orients us to the One who loves us so much more than we'll ever know.

These boys. They bring beauty to my days even during our ordinary snack time.

When we see a beautiful object, a beautiful garden, or a beautiful flower, let us think that there we behold a ray of the infinite beauty of God, who has given existence to that object.  
-St. Alphonsus Maria de Liguori


Thanks for staying awhile. What bits of beauty have you encountered today?


Linking-up with a few today. Starting with Jen, for quick-takes. Head here for more quick fun. Gina is next, with Embrace the Ordinary! Head over here to see more lovely ordinary. And, with Aimee for Beauty Find Friday! Click here to go see some more beauty.

6 comments:

  1. What a beautiful moment to ponder. I don't believe I've ever done so, and it definitely seems that I'm missing out!

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    1. Thanks, Karen! I love how these prompts encourage me to stop for perspective! Otherwise, I'd zoom right by it all. These moments that give me a glimpse into the fleeting really makes me just want to wrap them up!

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  2. Ah, those candid moments of childhood. They are so fleeting!

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    1. Gina, they are! And you are so good to find time to stop by over here in your busyness! You're doing an amazing job with this daily-post project!!

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  3. Such a beautiful post! They grow so fast. My daughter turned 10 this year and while I love the little lady she is becoming, I definitely miss grimy faces, and mispronounced words, and silly little girl things. :)

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    1. Thanks so much, Aimee! They really do grow so fast. I have to stop to take moments sometimes to just see how much they've even grown since before the summer! I hear 10 is a fun age! :)

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