Let’s go fly a kite

Tonight was pure magic. And I almost missed it.

Papa was over for dinner, and when Daddy suggested taking the kite out for an inaugural run after the meal, I thought about staying behind to clean up and fold some laundry. Yes, there was a perfect for kite flying strong wind, but that wind had quite the bite to it and I happen to prefer not being cold.

But the golden hour was descending, and I realized I hadn’t picked up my big camera in an inexcusably long time. This might be a good opportunity for capturing the family…

And so I threw on a pair of leggings under my dress, and managed to (just barely) zip up my fleece over my rapidly expanding belly, and trudged out to join the crew on a lot just across the street from our house.

And it was magic.

It instantly reminded me of an evening two years ago, belly also greatly expanded with little Miss Arabella, capturing the rapture of Eliana running through sprinklers for the first time.

This night was another first. The first kite flying for both girls.

And there was joy. And delight and giggles. And simply getting lost in the moment…which is such a gift of grace in these waiting days.

It was a struggle at first. Neither Papa nor Daddy had flown a kite in a couple decades. I quipped oh so helpfully that maybe they should google how to fly a kite.

But eventually they found the sweet spot. And that kite soared. So much higher than I expected it to.

Oh ye of little faith.

And so, camera in hand, I just soaked it all in.

Knowing this was one of those evenings that would be permanently etched in memory.

And knowing it was a sweet, sweet gift of grace.

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