I’m listening to the kids giggle till they’re hiccuping, as they play with their granddaddy. The simplest things bring the greatest laughter — and it doesn’t even involve potty humor.
It’s a nice break, and joyous to my ears to sense the intimate and innate love they have for their grandparents. But at the same time I know we have to drive away on Sunday, 10 hours and hundreds of miles.
The kids will continue to grow and change, learn and develop. While all the same, mom and dad change, grow older — and time is constant, running short and fading past us. I ask daily, and listen earnestly, but I still do not have an overwhelming sense of God leading us back. How I wish He were.