One Hungry Soul

A bright busy little 2 year old I know had a big role to play in his Aunt’s wedding this weekend. He was dressed to the nines – suspenders, dapper suit and shiny black shoes. After a busy morning of preparation, the rhythmic movement of the bridal party car lulled the wee boy to sleep.

His clean shaven, young father in crisp suit emerged from the church, gathered him gently from the car, resting his son’s slumbering form high up on his shoulder. As he passed through the atrium the wee pageboy opened his eyes, confronted by a foreign chapel with the silent adoring gaze of many strangers resting on him. However, feeling the comforting beat of his fathers heart and the warm embrace of being fully held and safe amidst the uncertain commotion, he was able to let his eyes contently fall closed once more.

The beloved nephew awoke in time for his big moment, the presenting of the rings, which he hesitantly did through groggy eyes with his parents encouraging and supporting him from behind. The proud father carried his son back down the aisle, not noticing or caring about the massive soggy patch of drool on his pristine suit, but rather beaming with love for his son.

Oh I want to remember to rest so assuredly. Knowing amidst the foreign commotion I am held so lovingly. To remember I am completely held and supported when giving my meager best. knowing that even when I leave a messy soggy parch, I am loved unconditionally.