I woke up this morning to big brown eyes staring at me. A round little body in dinosaur footie pajamas sprawled on my pillow. Soft, chubby fingers gently touching my face. I spent this cold February morning under warm blankets, cuddling with an astonishingly cute and incredibly curious 18-month-old.
I changed a couple of dreadfully dirty diapers. Used thousands of tissues to wipe his runny nose. Exhausted every trick convincing him to drink his apple juice.
I started this Valentine’s Day the same way I start every day. By being Joseph’s mom.
To say my heart is full is an understatement.
It’s mind-bending to remember how much my heart ached for my little boy just one year ago.
This Valentine’s Day, as I cuddle with my son, I’m reminded that this life — and all the dull, thrilling, trying and encouraging moments that come along with it — is a profound blessing.
I’m reminded that there’s nothing worth sharing like the love that let us share our name.
I’m reminded that the fullness that’s in my heart + of the Spirit is an unfathomable gift consistently and quietly waiting to be received.
May I never forget this simple mystery of love.
This gentle brilliance of joy.
This loud whisper of peace.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
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