Doors that open~
Doors that open when you least expect it ~
Doors that you don't want to open ~
Doors that close ~
Some doors close without warning ~
Other times those doors should have been closed long ago ~
Doors that are always ajar ~
Doors that linger open and then gently shut ~
Doors that slam closed ~
Doors that we are scared to walk through ~
Doors that we joyfully bound through ~
It is 5:40 a.m. Frank just left for a weekend hike with some men from our church. The front door opened. The front door closed. It made a gentle click as I closed it behind him.
I waited...You see, doors often wake my children in the morning. Sure enough, I heard a sweet little voice, "Mary Frances" Nothing. Sweet Mary Frances is exhausted and sleeps hard these days. Then again, in sweet three year old speak, "Mary Frances, I come sleep with you." This time I hear a rustling of sheets and then scampering down the ladder of a bunk bed.
I lingered by the stairs long enough to hear them get settled and exchange sweet words that I could not understand. Then I came back to my office for a few more moments of quiet before we all started our day full steam ahead. I wanted to let them have there sweet times together. I didn't stay away long.
I quietly ascended the stairs and to my surprise both of my boys were in bed with their sister.
Friends, I know we might appear crazy to you, but this is why I love that my three big children share a room. I pray that these sweet moments are the the ones they will remember and cherish as they grow into adults.