Look in the rear view mirror and feel your heart twist with so much joy that you can't catch your breathe?
Spy peach fuzz on the cheeks of your young boys and get a tiny thrill at the thought that this beautiful gift of God will someday be a full-grown man?
Hear a song on the radio that perfectly sums up the absolute satisfaction you find in the Lord as you're mopping your floor, of all things?
Realize how precariously close the top of your daughter's head is in relation to your own, and marvel that you were used to bring something that amazing into the world?
See a baby bury his face with sheer glee into a blanket and know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that even if you could stop grinning, you'd never, ever want to?
Pick up the phone and recognize your darling husband's name on the caller i.d. ... and think Holy Cow! It wasn't just a dream! I get him every.single.day for the rest of my life?!
Catch the scent of dinner cooking and praise God that in His wisdom he filled the world with things to tickle our senses?
Look around at all that you have and feel very, very small and unworthy?
Size up the stacks of folded clothes on the coffee table and feel full to bursting with the abundance of little souls entrusted you that fill those shirts and socks every day?
I have been a weepy mess lately. Everything--everything--moves me to tears. Happy tears. Sad tears. Oh-my-gosh-I-can't-bear-it tears.
I love being a woman.