Pause.

Ten to fifteen minutes had passed since I had tucked B in for his nap.

Long enough that he should have fallen asleep.

Instead, from my comfortable seat in the living room where I had settled in with my tea and Bible study, I heard exuberant singing coming from his room.

When I walked in to halt the spontaneous music fest (because his sister's sleeping in her room next to his), his head popped up from the pillow with a huge grin and he said, "I just LOVE singing, Mama."

And because of what I had read this morning from Rachel Stafford, I was able to respond with love instead of irritation. I did still remind him that his sister was napping and that he needed to be quiet and go to sleep, but I was also able to tell him that I loved his singing, and that I would love to hear more after he had taken a good nap.

And as I picked up the stray toy airplane that Little Lady had left on the floor where she had been playing while I put away her brother's laundry earlier, I felt a little lump in my throat.

He really won't be this little forever and the days and weeks are flying by.

So I'm extra-thankful for this small interruption in my day, for reminding me to savor this.