It’s moments like these that I’m so thankful for.
A minute every morning to watch my girl wake from her slumber. A minute to stare at her beauty. A minute to marvel at all that she is and all that she has yet to be. A minute to wonder what she’s thinking, wonder what she will teach me today. A minute to wish her good morning, and maybe to snuggle next to her for a few minutes and run my fingers through her hair. A minute to hope she’s happy today, and every day.
It’s the text I received this morning from my son, who is spending Thanksgiving with his dad, wishing me a happy day and telling me he loves me.
It’s the way my som says I love you every time we end a phone conversation. It’s the way he hugs me when he knows I need it. It’s the look of confidence and pride on his face when he gets an A on a test or masters a new song on his guitar.
It’s the way my husband loves to tell the story of our first date. Its the way his strong arms feel around me. Its the familiar feel and smell of his neck when I kiss it. It’s the sound of pride he has in his voice when he speaks about my career. It’s the way my kids look at him.
It’s the peace of a big empty house. Or the sounds of laughter as my husband has all of his kids home at once. It’s the noise of a house filled with family. It’s the stories of traveling, a new baby, a cousin’s new job, a nephew off to college.
It’s walking into our local bar for one drink and not being able to leave for hours because friends keep walking in. It’s the joy of listening to what everyone has planned for the holiday, and making plans for a future get together.
Earlier this week, I was talking to my husband before work in the kitchen as I brushed my daughter’s hair. I looked down at Brielle and she put her hand on my stomach and stared at me. I would look up to talk to my husband, and each time I looked down, Bree was staring at me with a look in her eyes that could only be described as adoration. Her hand stayed on my stomach, like she needed to touch me as much as I needed her to touch me. I could feel the love in her touch, in her eyes.
It’s moments like these.
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