Lately, my heart has been overflowing and bursting at the seams for 1 reason in particular: Him. It's not really because he's reached any sort of milestone,(other than being 8 months old) it's really just because every day I wake up in the morning with sheer gratitude and delight that I am a mother. Not just a mother, but a mom to Him. He brings purpose to my life and makes me feel like I mean something to someone. He brings perspective and fulfillment to nearly everything I do. He calms my soul and causes me to be more tender and meek. He brings me closer to God and I know he is ever so close to God himself. His smile could mend a thousand broken hearts. When he smiles at me I know I can survive another week, or 10 or 20. I keep a mental image of his sweet and endearing face every where I go, so I never spend a minute without thinking about the blessing of his existance. When I was 18 I wrote a letter to myself. I opened it up 5 years later and this is what it said:
I knew I would love him before he was born, but I couldn't have imagined my heart being so completely overtaken. My days are continually full of joy and purpose because of Him.