Saturday Mornings.

On Saturdays, we used to sleep in.

That luxury basically went out the window once our munchkin came along.

These days, we have a new ritual. Nora wakes up pretty consistently at 7:30 each morning. So, instead of getting up and starting our day right away, we bring her into bed with us for awhile. This is one of my favorite family times together. Of course, Nora is not about to fall back asleep. Instead, Thang and I scooch to the far sides of the bed and Nora makes it her very own play-gym, rolling and crawling, giving us zerberts and kisses. It is so fun to watch her joyful and carefree play as she explores and tests her abilities and environment.

Naturally, it did not take her long to start to peek over Mommy and Daddy, to try to crawl around us or dive over us, in search of the fun we might be keeping from her on the other side. Now that she is cruising and standing on her own (although still not officially a "walker" yet), she is not so content with just rolling around, but has gotten more and more insistent on getting past us, not realizing the fall and pain awaiting her.

But, isn't this just the way I am? My Heavenly Father sets boundaries for me, saying "Don't go past here, there is pain and death beyond", and all I want to do is take a peek past them, sneak around them or barrel over them. And, once upon a time, my great-grandparents, Adam and Eve, did just that. They forsook the joy and freedom their Father had given them in a beautiful garden with Him. They took a great fall. And, I follow in their footsteps.

Thankfully, there is One who has already taken the ultimate fall for me, who died on a cross so I would never feel the full depth of that pain. To Him I am so grateful and I pray someday, Nora will know Him too.