She stops, pausing for a minute and then looks at me.
My favorite name is Mama.
Quickly she starts playing again.
My heart ponders her words.
I just want to soak in what she said.
Some days are long and hard.
Some days are full of joy and laughter.
But there is nothing else I would rather be doing.
Again, she stops. She's been thinking of names for a baby and she looks at me.
Mama.
Yes.
My favorite name is Mama.
Her words are a balm
They are sweetness.
I pause again. To soak in.
To remember this moment.
It's a moment to treasure.
A moment to store away.
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And then I stop.
How our Father must love it when our favorite name to call on is His.
So sweet, yes I do imagine that it makes Him smile when we call Papa.
ReplyDeletePrecious. That must have warmed your mama heart! And what a beautiful parallel, too!
ReplyDeleteyes, such a sweet name. what a gift. =0)
ReplyDeleteI loved this! Thanks for sharing such a sweet and precious memory. :)
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