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You can see their photos below – wonderful examples of Joy!
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When I woke up this morning, there was only one thing I couldn’t wait to get: a chance at another day when I get to see this face and hear his laughter.
I mean, just look at his expression below when the bubbles tickle his nose (let the motion file load completely).
See that joy? I am so lucky to get to have that in my life. I don’t know what I would do without him. He saves me over and over again, from the world, from myself. Dramatic much? I mean every word.
He *is* my Mother’s Day gift. There is nothing else that I’ve been looking forward to at all. Nothing else matters; it’s as simple as that.
Okay, so maybe I was kind of excited to sleep in. A close second!
Happy Mother’s Day. May it touch you as you need, hold you as you want, or let you go to be in solitude, as you desire. From me to all of you, whatever your situation.
And now, I’m off to tickle someone. *grin*
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To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner was you.
~Lewis B. Smedes
Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you.
There’s a little something that pulls at my heart this time of year.
I don’t talk about this stuff very much any more. I talked and talked and talked about it a lot for awhile. I even mentioned it a few straggling times once I’d mostly grown quiet about it. A lot of friends and strangers questioned my resistance to healing. I don’t know if this is just something about me, an excessive emotionality that disallows me from ever really letting go of the deepest pains.
Maybe everyone is like this. Maybe you are. Maybe you aren’t.
It still hurts me at this time of year when I think about the babies who are not here, the one who was due on Christmas Eve, the one who quietly died in my womb in December and then had to be removed. Two of my kids won’t get presents from Santa this month, nothing to do with being naughty. They just didn’t make it. They never had a chance to be naughty. They slipped away before I ever had a chance to hold either of them.
I’ve always loved Christmas. I still do. But this little something pulls at my heart now too. It’s a melancholy kind of joy I feel nowadays during the holidays.
I choose to feel the happiness of the season, because most of the time, I do have a choice.
But when the tears come, I let them take over for awhile. That’s a choice, too. A mostly healthy one, I think, regardless of what anyone else might believe. When they dry up again, I hold onto all the joy I can find, and while I let the pain visit, the joy is where I remind myself to dwell.
May you all find the greatest joys and dwell in them for the rest of this year and into the New Year. xo
Every single time I look at these, I feel pure joy. Thought I’d share that with all of you.
You don’t mind a little joy in your life today, do you? *wink*
His very first cone of ice cream to eat all on his own was a waffle cone bigger than his head. He loved it deeply.
It loved him back. They became one in a melty explosion of chocolate toddler happiness.
You just can’t stand in the way of a love so deep (and sticky) as this – you just put it outside, watch the sweet carnage unfold, laugh and take lots of photos.
Mark it down on the list of fun stuff I’ll miss witnessing one day.