“You know, Mom, everyday is a holiday to me.” His body lay sideways across the arm-chair, feet dangling over the side. I studied those legs. They are getting bigger, longer. I tried to ignore the fact his toenails needed to be cut. Held my tongue from nagging and just relished this rare moment with him.
“Why is that?”
“Well, today is Thursday. And there will never again be THIS Thursday. Each day we have 24 hours. And we have to be wise with how we use those 24 hours because once they are gone, we will never have them back.” He took a bite of his apple, picking at the skin. “That is why everyday is like a holiday to me.”
My boy, you are preaching to the choir. You will never know how much I treasure every single second God grants me with you. You will simply never know.
“You are so right, sweetie. We need to make the most of every single moment we are given.”
Suddenly, I didn’t care that it was an hour past his bedtime. I didn’t care that I wouldn’t get to finish the laundry now. I didn’t care about anything other than soaking him up. There will never again be THIS Thursday night. The one where he was relaxed and had my full attention because his brothers were asleep. The one where I realized he gets it. He gets the beauty of this life. It’s a gift.
Psalm 118:24 “This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.”