I Haven't Written Anything

Last week I attended St. Davids Christian Writers’ Conference.  It was an amazing week of learning and sharing.  I arrived home last Saturday with creative juices flowing and a laptop loaded with ideas.  I was looking forward to beginning work on several devotionals and a non-fiction project!

But… I haven’t written anything this week. 

This week I’ve been spending some extra time with my 7-week old grandson, Bryan.

I haven’t written anything, but…

I have felt the gentle warmth of Bryan’s breath on my neck.

I have experienced my heart melting whenever he flashes me his crooked smile.

I have noticed the phenomenon of how a baby feels heavier after he settles into a deep sleep.

I have been blessed by the flutter of his eyelashes on my cheek.

I have smelled his sweet, milky burps.

I have been tickled by his first attempts at laughing.

I have traced the intricate patterns on the palms his perfect little hands.

I have watched him dream while he is sleeping.

I have concluded that the best scent in the world is a baby’s hair after his bath.

I haven’t written anything this week, but Bryan has.

All week long this tiny author has been writing love on my heart.