Hands that are clapping so fast that I can’t identify the beat;
Feet that run so swiftly to greet me that I can barely track;
Hands that hold so tight, that catching a breath is difficult, if even possible.
These moments of unbridled joy are a beauty to behold, in my little family. I don’t take them lightly. Because, I know what is on the other side of this word. Here. In this house.
So, when you, little 5 year old, soon-to-be-six, squeeze my ample cheeks between your hands and squeal with glee over some inside joke, I burst.
Each time that you, ten year old, soon-to-be-eleven, wrap me in a hug atypical of your age, I marvel.
And as you, husband, with the hands that work hard all day to provide for us, caress my cheek and report of your thankfulness for all of this. For us.
It is then, that the joy takes over. And lingers. Even after the moments have passed.
The joy in knowing that each of you love me so, yes. But also in the understanding that you, too, feel it beating inside of you.
Even if for a moment.
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