Just a minute ago I looked at Avalon, awake on the baby monitor, babbling and standing up in her crib instead of sleeping. Then I looked around the house at all the little projects we’ve done to make it ours and I thought “Man, I love everything…. I’m so tired.”
I think about saying a quick prayer to God for Avalon to go back to sleep so that she is well rested for swimming and we can get to class a little early and give the card we made to our friends who are moving Utah. But then I think how awful it would be to say a prayer for that and not for Maddie.
I think about how last week, when my mom asked for prayers for her hairstylist who has ovarian cancer, instead of saying “Of course!” I said, “I barely ever talk to God anymore” and how it all just seemed so conventional and sad and selfish.
Then I look at my linen drapes blowing next to me in a soft, whisper wind and I think: “There is God,” so I say a prayer for Maddie to only have strength in place of cancer. Then, suddenly I look at the monitor and Avalon is laying tummy down, head cocked to the side, completely asleep. And now the drapes really are dancing around quite dramatically.