I felt like a wreck last week before we left Chicago.
I believe the best word to describe it was desperate -- and I just left it hanging out there, my last written words of the week.
The morning sickness, the fatigue, the overwhelming emotions, the anxiety -- it all seems like it was exasperated by the cold and the dark and the dreary of early February in the midwest.
But here it's all soothed by sunlight and warm and slumber.
And, I think, by being together and just being.
The little gifts are actually the big ones, and it's astonishing how much that reality is magnified right now in my heart.
I've already had to stop myself from trying to find a way to stay here in this bliss instead of boarding a plane home in a week ... reminding myself to live intentionally in the moment, reminding myself to drink in gifts as they are given.
This week is for drinking in gifts.
And praising boldly for gifts given
one by one by one.