....I sat in the church that raised me, surrounded by my husband and children, and shook my head at the miracle of it all.
...I held the hands of my grandfather and grandmother and looked into their eyes. I thanked God for their long, healthy lives.
...I lifted up my baby girl and she waved at Uncle Doug, worshiping on the platform, and he waved back.
...I listened to the sweet sweet sounds of my new niece behind me, having a morning bottle.
...I savored the deep faithfulness of God, the joy of His presence, and the fragility of a moment. I love you, Lord.