gathering days…thirty eight
“I found you.” I turned around to find a set of blue eyes peering from behind the kitchen chair. He had wedged himself past the table and around the legs of grown-ups to the chair nearest me at the sink. “I found you.”
I finished spinning the lettuce for salad, watching him play on the floor nearby, my thoughts whirling as I realized I don’t say it enough.
I found you.
There you are.
More often what I say is, ‘Here I am.’
We all want to be found, to know that we are sought out and noticed. That our presence is noted and a glorious addition to someone’s day.
There you are, I found you. And I’m stopping just a minute to really see you today. Because the world is better because you’re in it.