When she tells me the details of every hiding spot and every finding for three rounds of hide-n-go seek...
Or he tells me all about his dream in "our house that isn't really our house" with "bad guys who aren't really bad guys..."
Or she recounts the story of the lost 2nd tooth for the fifteenth time (lost just last night),
Or I need to exactly respond to "Hi, Mommy!" with "Hi, Beza!" twenty times in a row,
In a good moment this whispers in my ear...
And I pray for the patience and grace to savor and give life to the little person standing right in front of me.
Praying for more of those moments.