A Spring of Joy

You don’t have to be rich to live a rich life. (~Charlie Gerr)

Last night was a hard night. Chaos. Bickering. Tears. Forgiveness. Prayers. Peace.

This morning I stood at the side window and watched as they all piled into Bri’s big ol’ truck. Cooper Dooper stood impatiently waiting next to Bri, ready to jump into his spot in the back (unaware of the doom that awaits him today at the vet). I heard their chatter through the window, their laughter. I watched their faces light up as Coop perched on the seat between Bear and Bella. They waved and signed, “I love you.” until the truck was out of sight. Our morning ritual.

I wiped tear after tear, and all I could think was, “Look at them. This is my family.”

My family.

I love them so much.

That is all.