We just moved back to Poland 2 weeks ago this past Tuesday. And today I have actually been just enjoying a chill and unpack slowly day. Richard, my better half of crazy, and Ada (our 8-year-old first child) were in Poznan, Maxwell (our 2-year-old middle child) was sleeping, and Josephine (our 6-month-old baby) was rolling around on the floor.
I’ll fly away came on the radio, and I immediately stopped what I was doing and scooped Josephine in my arms. So many times we think that all daddies need to remember to take time to stop and dance with their daughters. But what about the mommies? Are we less responsible for taking the time to dance with our babies???
So I did it. I stopped what I was doing and scooped up my daughter. I held her in my arms. She held my face. We danced all around the living room, twirling and spinning and tilting our heads back and smiling.
I sang to her smiling face, “Some glad morning when this life is over…I’ll fly away!”
One day I will leave behind my daughter. I will fly away. My savior’s face I will see.
But, in the meantime, while I am still here, I want her to remember me. I want her to remember the song.
And I want her to remember the time her mommy stopped to twirl, sing, and dance with her daughter.