Tonight the sky is deep blue in color, I think I would name it twilight velvet, and the moon is almost rounded and full and shining it's white light as the cicadas lull you in which their constant hum. The moisture in the air is enough to make your skin feel sticky, but not so much so that you feel like you are breathing water. It is nights like this that make me feel like writing, like a poet again.
And then I walk back in my home to check on my little ones and they looked like they collapsed mid-charades, which they probably did. Their limbs either flop over their bodies or are draped over pillows or dangling off the mattress. Their little faces are so round and soft when they are still. It is so different from when they are awake and the constant chatter almost numbs my brain. It is then that I barely see them because they never hold still and I am constantly multi-tasking: cleaning dishes, prepping meals, answering questions, glancing up just in time to "watch this Mama!," remembering to change that poopy diaper before he gets a rash or before we all die from the fumes. It is nice sometimes for my heart to stop my brain and body just long enough to catch the special moments, the ones I know I won't want to forget.
Like my little Joshua, who is so not little anymore, crouched on the floor of his room, flipping through a book and muttering to himself. About ten other books are cascaded around him and I wonder what on earth he is thinking or doing. Then he glances up and gets this adorable grin with his hilarious giant front teeth that are slightly crooked and gapped. His eyes are smiling too and they are just filled with love and happiness. I know he knows I love him, but I tell him anyway.
I think of my Creator, the one who made my children, and me, and the cicadas and the beautiful night sky. How good He is. Then that reminds me of Caleb's question to me today:
C: "Mom, if dinosaurs existed for a really long time before people did, but Jesus made the Earth and then right after that put Adam and Eve on it, how does that work?"
I told him that I had no idea, I had wondered that too, but that if Heavenly Father really wanted him to know, then Caleb should pray about it and Heavenly Father would tell him. And Josh was wise enough to add,
J: "But then you need to listen, so you can hear his answer."
I think I taught them, but I know I learn more from them that I have learned from anyone else in my lifetime. I love my children. I love the evening sky. And I love God.