Yesterday, Roman, Marina, and I were out walking one of our usual paths. It was a perfect spring day. The air was sweet with the smell of flowers and freshly cut grass. While we were walking Roman was asking me the sweetest, most thoughtful questions, one after another. • Mama, why are some tulips red and some tulips yellow? • Mama, why are there no players out on the ball field today? • Mama, why can’t it be Halloween for all of the days?
And so on, and so forth. Hundreds of sweet, innocent questions bubbling up in his growing mind.
There is this little hill that we walk down just about every day. There are wildflowers that grow along the side of it. There are trees overhead filled with songbirds and squirrels. And we were walking down that little hill yesterday, about halfway down it, when I just got hit with this overwhelming feeling.
Unfettered joy. Joy at the sweetness of my darling children. Joy at the miracle of life. Joy at the beauty of nature. Joy at the grace of God. Joy at the blessing of health. Joy at the wonder of love. And there, halfway down that little hill — completely overcome by sheer gratitude — I began to cry.
It occurred to me then that we often talk about how much we love our babies, or how grateful we are; but it’s not always easy to explain just why. But this, this day, this love — this is why. ❤️