Thursday, June 2, 2011

Love in My Lungs

There are times when, as a mama, I look at my boys and suddenly I can't breathe. My chest tightens, the air leaves me, and I have to consciously open my lungs and take a breath. I guess you could say they take my breath away. Usually this happens during an otherwise unremarkable event, like while playing in the backyard or finger painting at the kitchen table. I look at the little boy in front of me and am overwhelmed by his goodness. His creativity, his innate joy, his potential.

[He is hiding, not seeking. Can you find him?]

1 comment:

Brit said...

girl, I hear you! I think those moments are best because they are unexpected. They are what all the hard work is for. And besides, you do have some pretty adorable boys!

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