MAKE ROOM FOR HAPPY!

Monday night is Daisy date night.

Grammy and Grandpa play, dance, read, eat, and play some more, until bedtime snuggles.  That’s MY cherished time and no one dares interfere!

Daisy and I sneak away into a quiet room, dim the lights, and wrap up in a cuddly blanket for home-made lullabies.  Swaying to the rhythm of simple songs, love spills over this little bundle of joy nestled close, as she escapes into dreamland.

Why do I love singing Daisy to sleep?  What magnetizes me to these magical moments?

It’s the mirror reflections of love,  joy, and peace.

The chance to share in all the tenderness and comfort I want.

It’s the coming alive that happens in a quiet calm crammed with heaven. It’s the cozy closeness that chases away restless worries and ushers in a feeling of being held by Infinite Love.

The elegant discoveries that come while embracing the very good and perfect now.

It’s also the joy of gazing at Daisy’s sleepy frame.  She so clearly reflects features of her mommy and daddy and generations past.

A bigger picture emerges. I’ve heard it said that God doesn’t have grandchildren.  Only children.   I pause and wonder.

Can I believe that God joyfully gazes at me the way I look at Daisy?  With overwhelming, liberating love and acceptance? With giddy delight over seeing bits and pieces of His features mirrored in me?

Yes.  I can.  I choose to believe.

My how the years and life change us.  I remember evenings as a young mom when I was so bone-weary, I just wanted my kids to hurry up and put themselves to bed.  Forget stories.  Forget songs.  Forget cuddles.  Mom was itching to clock out early.  It was a silly, entertaining fantasy for a mama with babies and toddlers.

If I could do it over again, I’d conserve more time and energy for these precious moments.  I’d slow down, and savor rocking chair reflections even more.  I’d ask, What is mirrored in this moment? What goodness can I sense and see?

A re-do isn’t possible, but guess what?  Today is full of possibility.  A few hours from now I have a Daisy Date.  I get to make room for happy.

When playtime ends and bedtime arrives, little Miss Daisy and I plan to cozy up close and rock the night away.   Ahhhhhh. Yes.

Life is good.