Morning and Evening

The days are just packed.

With a young lady who is extremely creative and smart and funny and conniving.

She is the one who asks questions that older people would be embarrassed about, but she wants to know. Bodily function questions, mostly.

She's also the one who told us that her "close friend" (a boy) at school didn't want his sister to know who she was at the School Open House tonight.

She's the one who wants to know how we're getting to heaven. "Is Jesus going to come down and dig us up from the ground?"

She's the one who wears a breezy cotton scarf for a little spring color.

She's my Morgan.

Then there's a two year old who is toddle-y and energetic and a bit mischievous.

She found out how to open the peppermill tonight. A dozen little black balls of fun bounced on the kitchen table as I ran to stop her.

She's also the one who seizes my (sealed) vitamin bottles when I get home from the grocery store. I recently learned that she likes how they rattle and has been hiding them behind the couch cushions.

She's immensely concerned that everyone has their water bottles and shoes. It's just her "thing".

And tonight when she held a precious little 4 month old baby girl, she sang "Jesus loves me" with her whole heart, the way it should be sung.

She's my Eve.

My heart is full.

"And there was evening (Eve), and there was morning (Morgan). " Genesis 1, parentheses mine