Why do we as children love the "stuff" of our parents? I remember thinking the same way as a child. My mom's bed was always more comfortable than mine, her brush was better at getting out the tangles than mine was, and her socks were definitely more comfortable than mine. That feeling never goes away either. Just last week while I was back visiting my childhood home, I borrowed my mom's socks and said I would give them back to her. I smiled as I unpacked my suitcase and they fell out of the stack of dirty clothes. I think deep down I knew she was never going to see those socks again, and more than likely, she knew it too. And just like when I smile at Ella and Caroline as they monopolize my chair, I bet my mom smiles at me as I walk out of her house with her socks on.
I think such things make us happy because we have been made in the image of our Father. We have been created like Him, and He has given us a new heart, a heart like His. So just as He smiles at the site of His children enjoying His gifts that He has given, so do we smile...just as we should. And as it turns out, my birthday present was not receiving the lounger after all, but rather that I could joyfully give it to my girls instead....a greater gift indeed.
Linking up with Emily today to unwrap this gift.