Past vacations have involved traveling with teenagers and then young adults who were pretty self-sufficient. This was our first trip with my daughter, son-in-law, and “the littles,” our two-year-old and eight-month-old granddaughters. We knew our time together would involve more work, more expense, more noise, and less rest.
It would also, we hoped, involve more fun, more laughter, and more love.
We were right on both accounts.
It was hard work helping our daughter and son-in-law feed, bathe, and occupy their busy two-year-old and pre-crawling baby. It took effort to ensure our hard-working daughter and son-in-law enjoyed much-needed rest and fun.
We washed mountains of dishes and piles of clothes. We helped with bath time, naptime, and beach time. We wiped sticky faces, floors, and bottoms. We made daily trips to the grocery store and changed diapers, clothing, and sheets.
But oh, the payoff!
What a joy to watch the little ones squeal with delight as the waves crashed over their tippy toes. How fun to share sandy games of Bocce, warm boiled peanuts, and late-night Farkle contests. How special to see our fisherman son-in-law’s grin as he showed off his salty catch and our daughter’s contented smile as she relaxed under a beach umbrella with her napping baby on her chest. How we loved watching the crushing demands of the day-to-day wash from their faces with every receding tide.
Best of all were the sweet moments with our granddaughters.
When baby Caroline’s face lit up with her gummy, two-toothed grin every time she caught a glimpse of us. When she and her sister snuggled up close, tucked their heads under our chins, and drifted off to sleep in our arms. When little Lauren, the second-generation dandelion girl, wrapped her arms around our necks, planted sloppy, sticky kisses on our cheeks, and spontaneously declared, “I wuv you.”
Replaying the sweet memories of the week as I walked on the beach our last day, God gave me a moving insight into his Father heart for me.
Loving you is hard, he said to my heart. It’s messy, and sometimes you’re ungrateful. It’s sacrificial, and sometimes you don’t even notice. It’s costly, and sometimes you take it for granted. But when you wrap your arms around my neck, cuddle up close, and tell me how much you love me, it’s worth it all.
I love you, Lord Jesus. Thank you for loving me. Help me never forget the price you paid to save me.
“We love him, because he first loved us” (1 John 4:19).
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