A Spring of Joy

Heard around our home:
While wrapped in Daddy’s arms, a soft sigh is followed by a six-year-old voice, “Daddy, I hope I never get too old for snuggling.”

Seen around our home:
The rosy glow of a sunrise filling our loft with dim light. I tiptoe out of my room hoping I won’t wake little ones only to find a blond head burrowed beneath blankets. “Mom, I’m watching the sun come up over the mountains.” Then a wonderful half hour of watching day arrive with my Bear.

Felt around our home:
Puddles. Tears and my melting heart everywhere.