the way her lashes curl
her infectious giggle
how he crinkles his nose when he laughs
a dark morning
books, books, books
how our house is such an imperfect mess
hot, sunny summer days
a cool lake nestled in the mountain
kids and craw-daddies
watching our pup swim like a fish, doing what he was born to do, and
loving it
free online planners
praying with her over the miles
heart-to-hearts with my girl
loving him
turning over at night and seeing his still, sleeping form
feeling my own smile
oh my gosh.
ReplyDeletesuch a sweet list.
loved it.
T
as i read i closed my eyes to see her lashes curled (just like her momma's) and his nose crinkling in laughter... and the thanks multiply, as i am thankful to see these visions so fresh in my mind
ReplyDeleteand this:
feeling my own smile
i don't know that i would've thought of that. it's so beautiful; the smile itself an offering of gratitude to The Giver of all good things.
I love you, Dear One.