My focus these days is purely on my boys. Every emotion that runs across me begins with them. It's not uncommon for me to find myself with tears on face. Tears of joy, of love, of pain, of joy.
After 5 and a half years of pouring all of myself into Garrett my heart breaks when I can't give him the attention he is familiar with. Then I see the joy in his face & I am hopeful that I am doing something right to comfort him in this time of transition.
When I gaze into Owen's little face, which I do alot of these days, my heart breaks that he will never get my undivided attention. It's then I savor our middle of the night feedings when it is just the two of us & he slips me a secret smile. I'll trade all the sleep in the world for these stolen moments.
Waiting out a heavy sprinkle shower at the park Garrett takes a picture with his brother. The first picture of brothers. My heart is full.
When I rocked Owen to sleep today I squeezed him tight when my heart rejoiced that the child the Lord meant for us to have is here in my arms.
My heart is full.