A Few More Moments of Magic

Eight years ago I thought motherhood would always look like this.

Toddlers on hips. Car seats. Tangled hair. Missing teeth. Baptisms and bandaids. Nightmares in the middle of the night. Sticky counters. Little kid problems.

At the time it felt heavy sometimes.
But looking back… it was holy in a way I didn’t fully understand yet.

The other day my family walked into a room where I was speaking, and it stopped me for a second. Teenagers. Young adults. Drivers. Workers. Dancers. Independent humans becoming fully themselves.

And just like that, without me even realizing it, a new season quietly arrived.

Last night everyone ended up gathered in our room for prayer.
That used to feel ordinary.
Now it feels extraordinary.

I don’t want to freeze time like people always say.
But I do want to soak this in.

One more month.
A few more moments of the magic of a family all together under one roof before the dominoes slowly begin to fall into the next beautiful chapter.

No big problems yet.
Just the sacredness of ordinary family life that somehow turns out to be the thing you miss the most.