some of my favorite times with my son are when he doesn't know i am watching him.
he's unaware that i am cracking a proud smile as he unzips his jammies all by himself. he doesn't know it,
but i see him sneaking salt and pepper shakers from the counter, ready to shake them wildly onto the floor.
i snap a photo on a summer day, he did a big slide on his own.
no matter what my child is doing, i am watching him.
i see him even when he doesn't see me, and it reminds me of who watches me.
god always sees me. he is never unaware of where i am, even if i am unaware of his presence.
invisible to me, but he doesn't miss one thought i think....