baby kisses

sometimes at mealtime, playtime, bedtime, or anytime (admittedly, not USUALLY in the midst of a pile of cereal), i just get an urge to cover my sweet baby boy (and bigger boy, and biggest girl) with kisses of thankfulness to God that i get to be his (their) mommy for a while, and by a "while," i mean of course the expected, hoped-for, lifetime-of-years that is the smidgen, whisper, flash of approximately one century, in the realm of all people and places and spaces that have ever been. [for any parent who experiences life with their child as a literal whisper of few moments, few days, few years...oh, heart's incredible break; grief therein is most certainly enormous & unfathomable]

i wonder: what if they had been born of me in another place, another space, another time...

(in a post that combines both faith and family...would you mind clicking here to finish reading?)