... drifting off to sleep while praising His name, and awaking in the morning praising Him again.
... holding a hot cup of chai in one hand while sleepily fumbling through my journal, seeking a fresh page to write out my prayers and notes of scripture study. The quiet hum of the house is the only background noise of the early morning.
... wrapping myself up in the same oversized flannel my husband was wearing the
night before. Taking in the smell of his aftershave still lingering in it's
... cuddling on the couch with my sweet seven year old, enjoying her giggles as she enjoys a silly show. No cartoon could ever bore me, not with her infectious laughter by my side.
... laughing with my teenaged daughters (they're crazy, and so fun!)
... watching my son play. His imagination is incredible.
... going through the school day and watching them learn. Working closely with my younger two, and marveling over the independence of the older two. (And lets face it, I can merely attempt to understand the algebra the oldest is doing!)
... the moment he walks back through the door at the end of the day. Even on the busiest evening, even if all we have a moment for is to exchange a glance and a smile.
... reading each evening with my children. Seeing them crave to know more about the devotional passage we read. They get it - sometimes I don't, but they always seem grasp what He's saying to their hearts so easily.
... resting each evening with my husband. Holding his hand. Talking with each other, talking with God, laughing over things of the day - giving me such a sense of security and peace, no matter the season of life.