When all I can do is be grateful.
It started out as a rough morning with Tatum. We are trying out different strategies to get out of the house on time. I don’t like being a naggy ninny. I also don’t like rushing. So, how do we get our child out the door without either?
It’s a work in progress. This morning, Tatum and I did our gratitude journals separately and we barely spoke. As it broke my heart, I knew that we would talk it out in the car.
I was silent for a while, and then she hugged me from behind at a stoplight. She continued to tell me how much she loves me. It was such a wonderful discussion that it provided me with so much hope about her maturation. I see her growing and blossoming with a repentant heart and a desire to do what is right. I’m not looking for perfection. I’m looking for a desire and hunger to fall in love with Jesus and follow Him and His ways.
What I love most about our family, the Hays, is that we talk things out. Things might go wrong in the moment, but they don’t stay that way. We storm through it, and then we discuss, pray and repent making it all better and RIGHT. Relationships require work! Walls will not be allowed to build in our family.
I love you, Tatum. I love you little Hay. I love you, Doug for being our daddy.