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It stops me in my tracks every single time...
The little scrunched up knees.
The little busy toes, finally resting
The mesmerizing, rhythmic breathing.
It stops me in my tracks every single time...
The sloppy-sweet toddler boy smooches.
The toothy-grins and uncontrollable giggles.
His growing body nuzzling perfectly next to mine.
It stops me in my tracks every single time...
The way she is continuously growing and changing.
Her cautious tightrope walk, teetering between teen and young woman.
Her metamorphosis from who I dreamed her to be, and whom she has become.
It stops me in my tracks every single time...
The beautiful flexibility of a mama's heart.
The way it expands.
The way it welcomes.
The way it says, "goodbye".
The way it stretches.
The way it multiplies.
The way it divides.
The way it breaks--
while simultaneously bursts.
The way it embraces.
The way it envelopes.
The way it fights.
The way it conquers.
Its courage and bravery.
It stops me in my tracks every single time...
The idea of a mother's love.
And then the thought...
...that as much as I love my children, our
Heavenly Father Above loves them even more.
It's almost impossible to imagine a love like that.
And maybe we never can fully imagine, until we one
day meet Him face-to-face at Heaven's gates.
But for now...
...I will gladly let my imagination run wild,
while I graciously enjoy,
each-and-every-one
of my God-gifted views,
I am blessed to unwrap each day,
amidst this unbelievably beautifully gift...
called motherhood.
