One day while walking through the grocery store a song came on that I had never heard before. It actually stopped me in my tracks and I let the words sink into my heart. I am a words person. Words are how I express, how I process, how I give and receive love. It always fascinates me when I am reminded that not everyone hears a song the same way I do. Chris listens to the music- the melody, the instruments, the flow of the song…. I listen to the lyrics.

So, I heard this song and immediately wanted to share it with Chris, so I texted him the YouTube video.

We sit together on the couch and she starts playing with my hair. Stroking it with her tiny fingers. She leans in close and whispers how beautiful I am.

Laughing I shoot and miss. Again. With a black controller in my hand I tell him how good he is at this game. He beams and patiently shows me once again- ‘A’ is to pass. ‘X’ is to slide. ‘B’ is to shoot. 

She comes alongside me as I prepare dinner. She asks to help and smiles wide when I tell her to pull up a chair. Together we put this and that into the pot. Together we serve.

She waits for me in her bed with a book in her hand. I curl up beside her and she starts to read. Some words come easily, others she takes her time to sound out. With each one her confidence grows and I get to share in her joy.

Tiny everyday miracles. Moments I try hard not to take for granted.

..and you still say it best when you say nothing at all.

For Christmas this year Chris’ parents spoiled us with a weekend away.
Two glorious nights away while they watched our three {k-razy} children.
Aren’t my in-loves saints?
We decided to take advantage of their generous gift this past weekend before we had to worry about bringing a newborn along with us 🙂