Before there was school, there were babies, and before there were babies, there was passion, and before there was passion there was marriage, and before that was knock-you-head-over-heels-love.
And while education is important and it’s all the buzz this time of year, it’s good to remember that this whole ‘growing people’ ordeal was first born of love.
There was a time, when I lay in my husband’s arms and dreamed dreams of this stuff… little people, the music recitals, the soccer games, the meals together, the reading together, the slow-motion laughter of happy-family bliss.
(NB: Not included in those idyllic fantasies were the more practical certainties of chaos, noise, mess, and general stickiness that would accompany my future existence, hourly, as a mother.)
So here’s a gentle reminder to remember your man in these days of noisy preparation.
Because he is where your family-love story began; when you love him with a passionate-surrender-it-all-delight, you create again the space for love to do miracles. When you connect and stand as a team, all the craziness of the season somehow dims and your heart settles as you face the noise together.
So, don’t put the babies before the man.
Water your first love first and the good things will grow; remember his steadiness and faithfulness, his diligence and sacrifice and consider it all while you kiss him and love him in the real and deep ways that God made you for.
(That’s the way to kick-off a great new school year.)