Boots lined up by the door.
His hands full of flowers when he walks in from a day's work.
Remembering the day he asked me to be his wife.
My girl wandering the house with her nose in Anne of Green Gables.
The simple joy of getting his own library card.
A kid-made "Go Steelers" sign taped to our front door.
Their constant humming.
With my husband away for a night, dinner in and catch-up time with the girls.
Getting to wear your pajamas to preschool.
My three dancing to street music, eager to put a dollar in the cup.
Laughter during lessons.
Mixed-up schedules that mean math lessons at Starbucks.
Quiet Sunday afternoons as my pastor-husband prepares for evening worship.
Morning hymn "O Church, Arise"... the last verse...
So Spirit, come, put strength in ev'ry stride,
Give grace for ev'ry hurdle,
That we may run with faith to win the prize
Of a servant good and faithful.
As saints of old still line the way,
Retelling triumphs of His grace,
We hear their calls and hunger for the day
When, with Christ, we stand in glory.