Differently the Same

I watch him reach for his daddy's hand

run through the grassy field

chase his sister

and laugh

and I shun all the times I've wished for them older

somewhere in the middle of Indiana

where my old and new lives cross paths

I pray to God that moments like these could last

I hear baby sister cry inconsolably

so ready to be home

and I can't switch it off or leave it alone

so I turn away from this perfect picture day

shifting gears once again

toss the camera aside

I search for that silence I can get lost in

and trade it

not for the cries and tears

but for milk and a gentle song

knowing all along

that her hunger is real

but her longing is so much more than this

or anything I can give

we pack up with kicking and screaming

push toddlers into car seat molds

and hope

that by the next mile marker

the journey will seem more worthwhile

we hit our magic sound-proof glass button

and smile

and I see You in every little detail

I know You are the Author of these days

come what may You will bring us home

much differently the same