God Hears Amen Wherever We Are

It occurs to me this morning that we say goodbye to them in small ways. In much the same way that we said hello. 

We let go of their tiny hands when they head into that pre-school for the first time and we sit outside in the parking lot counting minutes until we can take them home.

Then we take them to kindergarden and we let them go again.. another small move toward a larger experience.

We watch as they create their first painting, read their first word, take their first small step.

And every one of those small moments gets stored up in our hearts in a big way.

When he was small, he'd get up with his dad, eat breakfast and watch Sesame Street in the small hours of the morning.

It was just the three of us at the time… such a small family but full of contentment.

He would crawl into bed with me and his small hand would steal into mine, as he read Shel Silverstein poems to me in that little voice that sounded just like Mickey Mouse.

When he was small his dad would carry him on his shoulders, but now.. he carries him on his heart.

God bless mommy and match box cars
God bless dad and thanks for the stars
God hears "Amen," wherever we are
And I love you....

I cherish every one of those small moments that adds up to who he is today.  To the world, he is all grown up now.  But to his mother, he is still a small boy...

Large... full of love and life.  That's no small thing.