CARRY ME

CARRY ME

Yesterday, as I stood aboard a battle ship with my youngest in my arms, it hit me. I could not remember the last time I held my older two. In that moment, I realized I might be holding my youngest for either the last time or one of the last times. The day is coming when she will no longer say, “carry me.”

I held my baby a little tighter, and I called to my husband to snap a picture. I wanted to make the moment last.

My children may stop needing me to carry them physically, but I know they will need me to carry them in other ways. In fact, I still need my parents to carry me sometimes. Sometimes I get tired and weary, and I need the support. I need God, my husband, my siblings, and my friends to carry me.

There are so many things that can make life heavy. Don’t be afraid to put your arms out and say, “carry me.

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