Hudson has his own way of playing games.
Especially the one where Nonnie is down on her hands and knees and says, “Hudson, I’m gonna get you” with a slightly growly but not too scary voice.
He looks up with wide eyes, starts dancing back and forth on his toes and giggles. At this point, he’s supposed to take off running so I can give chase all around the house.
But Hudson has his own rules.
As soon as I make a move, he runs straight at me.
The little guy doesn’t want to be chased, he wants to be “got”.
If I should do something as foolish as turn around so he can chase me, I look back at a frowning two year old.
Getting caught up in Nonnie’s arms with hugs and tickles is the best part, so why not cut right to it?
The key verse for our Lent study this year is,
“If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me.” (Luke 9:23)
Now I’m wondering if maybe Hudson has it right.
Jesus says, “Come after me”.
Maybe Jesus doesn’t want to be chased as much as He wants for us to be caught….
…in His wide open arms.
It is the best part.
I’m dreaming of “Goodnight Moon” and “God Gave Us You”.
I’m dreaming of a size 12 month coat hanging on the tree with a diaper bag full of stray Cheerios.
I’m dreaming of a basket full of trains and hammers and animals.
I’m dreaming of a big box of teeny tiny books scattered all over a living room.
I’m dreaming of the curly-swirly softness of one year old hair.
I’m dreaming of holding a dimpled hand in the back seat of a Subaru.
I’m dreaming of playing the tickle-my-wiggly-toes game.
I’m dreaming of watching the snow fall out a front door.
I’m dreaming of a Packer-boy sitting on a carpet reading books.
Sometimes dreams come true.
I know, I know. I’ve been slacking. August is a good month to take a sabbatical, though. As summer winds down, each day needs to be savored. Before fall activities crank up, some non-activity is sweet relief. Here are a few pics for your viewing pleasure. I’ll see you in September!
Hudson started eating sweet potatoes….and using a fork….kind of.
He didn’t hit any home runs this summer….
…and neither did he……
…which means no one had to run the bases in their underwear this season.
I found some signs at a flea market. Instead of buying them, I took a picture.
I’ll stop now.