Days of older couples across the restaurants seeing our little family and paying secretly for our meals, making me cry.
Days of friends loaning us their extra car at no expense, just because we need one.
Days that God gently holds our anxious hearts, reminding us to live in the moment, to not worry about tomorrow, to be thankful for the right now.
Days of teaching and training a child, days of God-given energy.
Days of my baby being my mirror, exposing me to myself...
Even though I'm a little more tired, budgeted, and not-all-together than I would've pictured myself at this stage...
These days are precious, cherished, and there's not a moment I'd change.I'm discovering that I would not, even if I could, lay more time, more energy, more money, more security at our feet...
God knows just what we need, and I'm pretty sure He's having fun supplying us with our daily needs, surprising us with so many extra blessings, and overflowing us with all things good when we least expect it.
Sloppy kisses, soft cheeks, blue orbs that trust us implicitly, love us just because.
Holding hands on the couch, still glancing over, cuddling in, whispering, "I can't believe you're mine."
Hearts and words and support making up a community that teaches us, blesses us, makes our hearts beat with pure thanks and joy.
Yeah, these days, they're just good. All kinds of good.