Page 3 of When Love Takes Root

“Did you look where you left it?” I asked.

“No,” she admitted.

“Go look,” Jamal said.

She turned and ran right back out.

Skye came in next, clutching her small Bible to her chest.

“Good morning, Mama,” Skye said.

“Morning, baby,” I said, kissing the top of her head.

Jamal Jr., JJ, came in last, home from Self Ridge A&M for the weekend.

“Something smells good,” JJ said.

“That’s because I cooked it,” I said.

“Fair point.”

Everybody settled around the table while JJ helped carry plates over with bacon, eggs, and pancakes.

Jamal stood at the head of the table and cleared his throat. “You know the routine,” Jamal said.

The children straightened.

“I’m disciplined,” Kayden said.

“I’m creative,” Maya said.

“I’m confident,” Zuri said as she came back holding one sneaker in the air.

“I’m loved,” Skye said softly.

“I’m built for purpose,” JJ said.

Jamal nodded and folded his arms across his chest. “Who gave you that purpose?” Jamal asked.

“God did,” they all said together.

I leaned against the counter and watched them—watched him. Watching Jamal lead our family never got old.

“Does everybody have shoes now?” Jamal asked.

“Yes,” Zuri said, holding up both feet proudly.

“Miracles still happen,” Kayden muttered.

“Boy, hush,” I said.

The table filled with chatter after that. While everyone wrapped up their breakfast, Jamal stood and grabbed his keys.

“Alright, let’s move. Let’s be on time for school,” Jamal said.

Groans followed him across the kitchen. He walked over to me, set his hand at the small of my back, and kissed my cheek.

“My day to transport the squad,” Jamal said.