Of Awakenings...

Life as a parent can sometimes be frustrating. You constantly have to watch your temper, your language adn your actions. You can't allow yourself to become a bad example to a growing child. You have to put up with the everyday stress of seeing the laundry pile up, or the dust building on you bookshelf and desk. You have to reconcile with the fact that the house is in a constant state of clutter and looks as if a tornado passes by everyday. You endure that everyday and you grow frustrated as each one passes.

Then a good day comes along. This morning, I woke up to a good day. It was nearing light and the soft blue of the morning sky gave a pale shadow on everything it shone upon. I was stirred awake by the sound of our son crying. It was one of those soft cries, signalling his hunger. It was either one of us stood up and mix the formula or risk him waking up too early and grumpy, and subsequently an early morning tantrum. My wife stood up to get feeding bottle. She unceremoniously gave it to our son and snuggled up close to me while holding the bottle. I put my free arm around my wife and we held hands. After feeding, our baby went back to sleep. Me and the wife said our sleepy "i love you's" and went back to sleep. It was a good start to a good day. God indeed created a wonderful world!