This past weekend I began feeling ill. On Sunday I barely had enough energy to function although I still had to conduct morning and evening activities at church. That's just the setting...not the topic that motivated me to write this. I'm writing because of my 5-year-old son, Landon.
When we got home on Sunday from church, I went into Jonah and Landon's room to be with them while they studied their scriptures for AWANA, which was planned for later that evening. I immediately fell asleep on their floor. Each time I woke up during that nap, Landon was rubbing my shoulder or kissing my forehead. At one point he even placed a piece of candy in my hand and closed my fingers around it. Although I hadn't told him anything regarding how I felt, he sensed that something was wrong and completely showered me with love...his way of taking care of me.
More and more, I see the "return" of love from my kids...the kind of love that I've tried to give them during these young years of their lives...the love that can only come from God. As I've probably said before, if I were to die today, I would be dying as a happy and completely fulfilled man because of the blessings God has given me through my family. As simple as Landon's actions were on Sunday, it was yet another ornament of beauty in my mind's memory. These moments are sprinkled all over my heart...each representing the stroke of a paint brush...creating the most amazing masterpiece.