. . . friends at church that I can really talk to.
. . . moments that my mother can have with Lily and the fact that Lily keeps asking for "Poppa", my father, even though he had to go home (in CA :)).
. . . trying to fall to sleep at night while holding hands with my husband, the dog asleep on my leg, Lily asleep in her bed and thinking I am the most blessed woman to be surrounded by so much love.
. . . the honor of being able to be a part of friends joys and tragedies this week.
. . . the opportunity to teach my violin student and seeing how much talent he has.
. . . eating yogurt and waffles in the morning with Lily in my lap.
. . . Lily's sense of style and that she's starting to catch on to making choices.
. . . the fact that my husband got up extra early this morning, to make a meal for another family in need. I love and admire that his tender heart continues to grow vertically and horizontally.
. . . receiving my first kiss on the cheek from Lily. I don't know if she will ever know what that means to me, or the continual smile it causes me to have in my heart. The love of a child is such a gift.
. . . moments that my mother can have with Lily and the fact that Lily keeps asking for "Poppa", my father, even though he had to go home (in CA :)).
. . . trying to fall to sleep at night while holding hands with my husband, the dog asleep on my leg, Lily asleep in her bed and thinking I am the most blessed woman to be surrounded by so much love.
. . . the honor of being able to be a part of friends joys and tragedies this week.
. . . the opportunity to teach my violin student and seeing how much talent he has.
. . . eating yogurt and waffles in the morning with Lily in my lap.
. . . Lily's sense of style and that she's starting to catch on to making choices.
. . . the fact that my husband got up extra early this morning, to make a meal for another family in need. I love and admire that his tender heart continues to grow vertically and horizontally.
. . . receiving my first kiss on the cheek from Lily. I don't know if she will ever know what that means to me, or the continual smile it causes me to have in my heart. The love of a child is such a gift.
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