holy moments
No photo for this one, because as I was getting it, I ruined the moment.
Davis and I were enjoying a quiet evening at home, doing some of our favorite things.
We'd made some popcorn and ate it while gazing out our beautiful bay window. We'd read aloud from our fiction book together after dinner.
As we were reading, Reggie came up and, after circling a few times, snuggled into Davis's lap 😍
It was a good cuddle; the kind that doesn't happen every day, or even every month.
The kind that stills my heart and captures me into a moment.
The moment of watching Davis' strong hands gently massage Reggie's furry belly in just the way he loves it.
Seeing the complete and utter loving trust this cat has in Davis.
It feels like a holy moment. An opening into the tender parts of our hearts as I ponder - those hands would have gently held and comforted our children, had they lived. Those hands have so much love in them.
It is a moment where, despite being on opposite sides of the veil of mortality, I feel like we are truly still a family; whole, connected, eternal.
Why does a cat cuddle bring this about? I don't know. But I am grateful for these moments that ground me and give my heart a glimpse of the promised eternity together as a family.
To be clear, I am not on board with the apparent trend that pets are equivalent to children. I've heard of this recently on the Internet, and I deeply disagree. Not judging personal family decisions (goodness knows I've learned to never judge a family by its visible shape or size), but the concept that a dog or a cat can be referred to as one's literal child feels disturbing to me.
Reggie is a cat. Caspian is a cat. I am a human. We are different species. They are beloved household members and gifts from God to teach us and to bring joy and simple love into our days, and they are not my children.
I cherish these quiet home nights; they fuel my soul in a way not much else can.
In the quiet, my heart has room to feel, and tonight it feels like my children are not so very far away.
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