Like when we come across some little scrap of seemingly insignificant paper that’s been left behind on an untidy desk. For some reason we stop our hurried cleaning and read the innocent scrawl of an eight year-old to her older sister.
We stand frozen in place … by tears of joy and thanksgiving for their tender souls, by sobs of sorrow for the passing of time that takes such precious moments from our grasp all too soon. Then we press hand to mouth and giggle at the words and marvel at the depth and respect.
And the love.
Countdown to Valentine’s Day No. 7: Seek and find the love offerings right under your nose.
P.S. Now that I’m done crying because my kids love each other, I’m going to make them feed hay to the horses and steers, gather eggs and check waterers. And if that doesn’t set them to arguing like normal kids, I don’t know what I’m going to do. There is entirely too much sweetness happening around here. Something has to be done about it!