New buds peeking through rich, dark soil.
Dancing in the kitchen with my sons.
The delicate beauty and precious promise wrapped up in the
gift of a baby.
Late-night heart-to-hearts with my amazing kids, when they
let me have a glimpse into their souls.
Knowing that my heart is completely safe in my husband’s
arms.
A tattered, well-marked, well-loved Bible.
A good novel that leaves its mark upon my heart forever.
Seeing a look of happiness on someone’s face when they truly
enjoy a meal I made them.
Hearing my husband pray from the depth of his heart.
Laughter and tears with a dear friend.
The legacy of a loving family.
A well-seasoned, cast iron skillet.
A good summer thunderstorm.
The majestic beauty of the Rocky Mountains.
A long, peaceful trip in my kayak.
A gentle breeze blowing through the open windows of my
house.
A good road-trip.
A perfectly timed song that hits its mark deep in my heart.
Encouraging and
strengthening other women in their roles as wives and mothers.
Getting a window seat on the plane.
Having my teenager confide in me.
My husband’s arms wrapped securely around me.
Hearing a good belly-laugh bubble up from deep inside one of
my kids.
My middle-man’s shockingly-good British accent.
Planting seeds, knowing with absolute certainty that God
will bring about a harvest in due time.
A front-porch swing on a little yellow house.
The pure joy that exudes from my baby (AKA “My Sunshine”) in
the form of perpetual dancing and whistling.
A good game of cards filled with laughter and tears, and
just a little smack-talk.
Freshly laundered sheets.
Family heirlooms.
The sound of my husband walking through the front door.
The unique us-ness of my family.
