Love.

I am unashamedly sappy at times, I'll admit it gladly. But tonight I am struck with the notion that this is it. This is what life's all about. Love. Loving your husband. Laughing with him. Adoring this precious little person that the Lord has entrusted you with. Living with the knowledge that you are so so blessed to have people around you that make life, well, good. Some spend years searching for the "meaning of life" when to me it is beyond simple. Love. Love the Lord Jesus Christ. Love your family. And love those around you. 

This is living.

Love is hearing your daughter's squeals of laughter, high pitched and pure, as your husband tickles her and chases her around the house.

I could never have hoped for a more patient and loving father for my child. And I truly believe that this little person we are raising is, literally, the most beautiful creature to have ever graced the Earth. (I'm not biased or anything. I swear.)

Love is when your baby girl says, "Mommmeee!" before any other word in the morning.

How ironic it is that I often hold my breath in anticipation of the sound of my name in the morning. I am anxious to see her after 10 hours without her.

Love is picking up your sleeping girl after a trying day and holding her while she sleeps.

There is nothing more healing for the heart of a Mommy than holding your sleeping child. No amount of "me time" (though, I'll admit "me time" is still VERY necessary once in a while) could do as much good as 5 minutes of holding this precious girl while she is still. While she is at peace; quiet and precious.

Love is looking at your husband and still seeing the sweet 14 year old boy you fell for.

Today I was struck, once again, with how deeply this man loves our baby girl and me. I truly love him more today than I did the day I married him (I know it's cliche, but cliche is good when its the truth.)

I love my little family. They are everything good and beautiful. 

Ok, enough with the sap. My next blog will be full of cynicism and sarcasm once again. Promise.