matters of the heart.

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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