Tall Today

Hank looks tall today.


He reaches what he needs without tiptoes.


His growth is quick.


Obvious.


Sometimes I wish my growth was easier to see.


A few weeks ago Jake opened up a closet door for me in the house he grew up in.


I saw history.


Etched on the inside of the door was a record of growth.


Inches achieved.


I imagined him standing against the doorway,


back straight and head held high and still as his parents made a new mark on the wall.


I bet he turned around quick to see how much he had grown.


I bet he smiled and his parents cheered.


We started one for Hank on the inside of a closet door today.


He stood with his back straight and head high and still.


He smiled.


We cheered.


It’s hard to see growth.


When the inches stop coming.


When the closet door closes.


When the changes are smaller but somehow bigger.


But I wonder if Heavenly Father ever looks at me and says,


“She looks tall today”.


I wonder if there’s a closet door in heaven.


One with growth etched on the inside.


I wonder if He notices when my back is straight and my head is high and still.


I bet He marks it on the wall.


I know He cheers.


I’d like to see that closet door sometime.


That would make me happy.