Sometimes my love for my kids simply overwhelms me to the point of taking my breath away. My childrens light fills my night time sky. My Moon with his bold, solitary glow, so bravely brightens the darkest night. My Stars with her explosion of twinkling brilliance, lighting the far reaches of my night time with a simple dusting of scattered light. Id like to think that the love I feel for my children, mirrors in a miniscule way the love God has for me. If so, then I am surely doubly blessed... Im sure other parents can speak of this phenomenon more profoundly and much more eloquently, but at times, if I dont speak it, I feel my lungs will surely burst like holding back a breath.
Posted on: Tue, 16 Sep 2014 23:36:04 +0000
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