pockets.

"I am immeasurably comforted by pockets.

I am relaxed by the very word "pockets". Pockets."

~ Flower Patch Farmgirl

i happen to agree.

this quote made me think about pockets and how comforted I am by them

and how frantic I get when I'm looking for my pockets and I'm not wearing any that day.

I wanted to share this with you...

pockets.

i wake up to the screeching scratchy noise

of my little boys' door knob turning.two little faces

- waiting -

waiting to start their day.

four sets of dark eyes on me

- one set brown,

the other unknown...

so far.

huge smile.

a huge smile sweeps through my heart and soul,

ears, eyes, through my hair, down my shoulders and out my finger tips.

my day will be filled with

wipies, diapers, sippy-cups, cheerios.

cleaning up messes, holding babies,

tears, screaming,

headaches and whining.

lots and lots

of whining.

but at that moment...

that morning moment,

after i missed my boys all night long,

things are perfect.

as long as i know

i'll be keeping Him

in my pocket.

every day.

all day.

He's ready to

encourage, love,

speak words of promises

and new beginnings.

He'll be right there...

in. my. pocket.

whether i'm wearing

pockets -

or not.