I was upstairs, putting a toy away here and straightening a bed there. The sounds of laughter made their way up to me, and I turned to look out the window. It was then that I saw the picture perfect moment. The kind of moment that no actual picture can ever capture. The kind that can only be etched in a mothers heart and kept safely there.
Sam was on one swing, Mary on the other. Both kids had huge grins of delight as their daddy pushed them higher and higher. Ben's face was one of joy and happiness as well.
As I stood in the window looking down on my precious family, my heart was full.
My children are healthy, active, happy and full of life.
I have the perfect husband for me.
The bond that Ben and I share is one of deep, rich love, and a firm commitment to face this life hand in hand.
And there they were, sharing in life's simple pleasures, happily playing together as a family. My family.
We are a family. We have eachother. We have God. We have eternity. We have love.
And as I stood there at the window (cradling the other precious life in my belly), I realized that this is enough. It will always be enough.
Some pictures will never fade.