I feel the most loved when my little baby girl reaches out for me like I'm the only thing in the whole wide world that matters. When I feel her chubby warm cheek against my chest, breath lightly rising and falling, perfectly tender mother-daughter moment. I feel the most loved when sweet Kevin shovels the cold wet snow so I don't have to. When he lets me sleep in, so tired from infant-induced nights awake. I rise to the smell the breakfast cooking for the boys--the smell of comfort and love. I feel the most loved when he places his cool hand on my feverish brow. I feel the most loved through the caring eyes of dear friends who look on with understanding, souls singing in perfect harmony. I feel the most loved when sisters reminisce about good times and bad, laughing and crying our way through shared history.
Man, those minutes fly by!
Happy Friday everyone!