I wonder if they notice
I wonder if my children notice...
I wonder if they notice our marriage, I wonder if they see.
I wonder if they notice how their dad always comes to the car when we arrive home, I wonder if they notice how he meets us in the drive-way with a smile, a hug, and open arms to carry book-bags, lunch boxes, and the remnants of the day.
I wonder if they notice how he spins me around from the stove as I cook to pull me in for a hug.
I wonder if they notice how when they call for his attention, he always says, “Be there in a minute, right now I’m helping your pretty mommy.”
I wonder if they notice that as I do the dishes he sweeps the crumbs off the floor.
I wonder if they notice how every night, regardless if I heated a can of soup or if I made a meal from scratch, he always says at the end, “Thank you honey for making dinner.”
I wonder if they notice that their mom and dad work together in grace, gratitude, and partnership.
Recently my husband was away and my youngest asked my oldest to play with her, my oldest replied, “Be there in a minute, right now I’m helping your pretty mommy clean up our mess.”
I don’t have to wonder if they notice.