Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Asher and Lucy

I live with a 5 year old and a 3 year old.

I actually room with the 5 year old.

His name is Asher.

Hers is Lucy.

They are two of the best things that have happened to me in the past 4 years that I've been in Asheville.

Tonight...After a few beautiful running/jumping hugs...some kisses good night...along with the unexpected, but equally as glorious, child flatulation...I got to thinking...

Here are two kids, that I could essentially tell them everything. (whether they listen or not)

I would tell them about things that have hurt me in the past. Or ways I have hurt others. I could tell them about all the good times I want to remember, or all the bad times I wish I could forget. I could tell them my deepest darkest secrets...

...and I bet you all the money in the world, that in the next few minutes following my story, I would here these words in broken, southern, 5 and 3 year old vocabulary...

"Ben, I wuv you...I wuv you so much."

They don't even realize, that's helped me through some tough stuff. And they don't care. And I love it.

1 comment:

  1. I guess children can love like a mother loves her boy. Unconditionally. The "stuff" just doesn't matter... I just love you. Hmmm... that's just how Jesus loves us, too.

    I'm so thankful you have had Asher and Lucy, Slappy the weiner dog, Sloan and Leslie in your life. They were the answer to my prayer.

    Love you, Ben Mama