It's the Simple Things

Tonight, I quietly tiptoed through my room heading to gather laundry because Mez was already tucked in to his crib for the night.  I paused.  Seeing him there, asleep, in our home, his home, still takes my breath.  With so many families in the Ethiopia program living in the court-MOWYC@-embassy-limbo land, I can't help but to feel all the more blessed.  It seems like so much time has passed since we brought Mez home.  I think time lessens the tumult of the journey.  But the tumult makes me savor the simple things:  Mez's unkempt morning hair and disposition, his crying to be held, his crying to get down, the way he coos when he's sleepy, his love of food, his deep brown eyes, the unsolicited and unpredictable hugs and kisses, his splashing that floods the bathroom floor at bath time, how enamored he is with his pacifiers, and how he begs for bed when he's sleepy.  I couldn't just walk through my room tonight.  Gratitude compelled me to stop and take a longer peek at Mez snuggled safely in his bed.  Seeing him there reminded me to pray diligently for those still waiting.  I hope I never lose sight of the simple things.