every day

there are a list of very special days in my life - you know, those moments when you think, "that was the best day of my life!" or, "i've never had a better week." we all have lists of the best days that ever happened to us.

while i stand here in the kitchen washing dishes (well, i was washing dishes. now i'm blogging, but i'll get back to washing dishes in a minute.), jack is taking apart the narrow cupboard holding all our tupperware. we now have a tupperware floor. i love it. 

listening to him, i can tell when he's leaning forward and finding a new container to toss to the side, and i can sense when he's found a favorite item, and wants to hold onto it for a while. he's crawling through the chaos, right this moment. now he is throwing the lid to a soy sauce bottle at the oven. it makes an awesome (terrible) noise. the sunlight is golden. he is content.

i have a list of favorite days and weeks, but since jack, it really feels like every day is special. every day since his birth has been floating onto that roster of best times ever. every day feels significant. 

this is one thing i never anticipated would come from having a baby. he seals our marriage. he makes our days whole. he points us to Jesus. we now know for sure (if we didn't already) that we definitely don't have life figured out.

it's kind of amazing and totally wonderful.