I Love That They Know

I've learned a lot about peoples love languages in the last few years...


They stood all around me.
Sweat dripping.
Before we had just given our head nods or high-fives in passing
while they ran down the court.
Now there were falling down around my feet and laying heads on my shoulder.
I didn't call them over here.
But that was game and they were catching their breath before they picked the next round of teams.
And brought soggy t-shirt hugs with them.
I love that they know.


Hard core - tears streaming down my face - belly hurting - laughed in the van this week.
If only people could hear what I hear cruising down Broadway or College St.
I tell people all the time there is something special about the times together.
The 'boy I'm on you's" and "Chloe, I have to talk to you's"
or the days we just have to play Chance.
Thankful I was trained to keep them safe, from the jump, but my goodness, do we have fun too.
I love that they know.


I sat and listened to kids defend their faith, and ask hard questions about this world.
Only jumping in when needed.
Being asked about racism, the gay community, Gods plan, suicide, all things I didn't expect to come across my radar that day, we tackled them together.
I am learning right along with them.
I love that they know.

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Simple things.
It's wild but,
I love that they know.

Filling.
Pouring.
Filling more and more.
Pouring always.

The sweaty hugs, the belly laughs, the hard conversations.
Like magic - they know.