The UPS man dropped off an unexpected package this afternoon. An Easter present - a book. And immediately both of my boys wanted it. Bugaboo gleefully slapped the pages with his little hands, and with a big smile on his face, Bubby told me the title.
I was reminded that this is what I want for my boys.
I want continuous delight in books, in words, in stories. I want the days of them dancing in their undies or jammies to Our God, followed by loud wobbly voices singing ABC mixed with You Are My Sunshine to last forever.
I want mornings filled with gluing construction paper over old diaper boxes. I want them to know it is better to create something imaginative of their own doing than for mommy to design the perfect Pinterest-inspired car for them.
I want our home to be always open for friends - even if blankets and legos and teddy bears litter the living room. I want people dropping by to be the norm. I want my children to be as comfortable hanging out with adults as they are playing with their peers. I want my children to know hospitality isn't about perfection or material things, it is about availability.
I want them to know a dandelion-filled backyard that they get to play in with their parents daily is better than a well manicured lawn that never gets stepped in because both parents work too hard to pay for it.
I want frequent zoo trips rather than cable tv, piano lessons over video games. I want long days of kickball and tag and hide-and-seek. I want plates of homemade chocolate chip cookies on a regular basis and bathtimes with as much time to just splash and play as much as to get clean.
I want worship as a lifestyle, not something to check off our list of "what good families do." I want conversations filled with prayer, and giving to be as effortless as breathing, even when we do not have much to give.