Where Someone Loved Him Best of All

I came across this picture tonight. Here's my son: barefooted, on an old tractor, with a stick in one hand. It made me think of what I say to him every day: "I'll eat you up I love you so!"

And that of course got me thinking of my favorite part of Where the Wild Things Are--the part that always makes me tear up: "And Max the king of all wild things was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all. Then all around from far away across the world he smelled good things to eat so he gave up being king of where the wild things are" (Sendak, 29-30).

How could I love this little boy--this wild thing--any more than I do?

I am so very, very grateful for my loving husband, my son, my family, and my friends. God has taught me something lately: I cannot always control my circumstances, but I can lean on those who love me best of all.