I can hear my son’s crisp, clear voice. It is light and sweet as he speaks with a quality that is very him. He is confident, playful, clever, unassuming, thoughtful, and bold as he gives life to words and sentences that are new to him. I find encouragement in the way that he naturally has patience with himself as he learns this language and practices communicating it to a mama that tries (sometimes with difficulty) to understand.
My husband’s voice comes in, although I cannot make out his words, for his voice is deeper with a softness to it. His sentences are steady and paced, using just enough words.
They are talking. It makes me smile. It really does. It is so simple, but it makes me happy in a way that not much else can.
All of this I am taking in from another room. As a mama in need of rest, I am spending the day refueling. And, Kendall is spending the day loving on Finn so that I can do this. We are (very inefficiently) finding our way in this world. There have been some near-impossible seeming bumps along our road, but I am grateful that after 10 years of being a part of each others life that we are still finding our way together.
Peace and joy. I’m glad to find myself in the midst of both right now.