My
wife is sick this morning, which means I have to get Troy ready and take him to
school. I knew this would happen last night, so I made a plan, mapping out how
it would have to go for me to make it home for my first meeting of the day.
Everything was going fine until I tried to lift Troy off the changing table to
put his clothes on. He wrapped his little arms around my neck, climbed into my
arms, and clung to me. When I tried to extricate myself from his grasp, he
said, “I want a hug, dada.” All I could think about was how this wasn’t part of
the plan. There was no time in the schedule for a hug.
Luckily,
he wouldn’t take no for an answer, and he kept holding me. And luckily, I was
smart enough to realize that nothing in the plan was more important than this
beautiful moment right here with my son. So I took a deep breath, slowed down,
and just hugged him back. I can’t believe I almost missed that, because I was
in such a hurry. And in the end, he made it to school exactly when I had
planned. I didn’t even need to worry. It seems God had put buffer time in the
schedule for hugs.
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