After a recent unexpected death in my family, I’m grateful every single day to have the opportunity to look into the eyes of my daughter, my son, and my husband; to hear their voices, singing, shouting, arguing, laughing, telling stories, complaining, questioning, requesting. To watch them sleep, to help them wake. To do the laundry, to cook them dinner. To teach them. To be exhausted and exhilerated by them. Every. Single. Thing. Moves. Me. So utterly sometimes, often times, it is overwhelming. Thank you, Jesus, for these precious gifts.