Every Friday we unite for five minutes to write on one word. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on Grace.
Grace, it's the definition of your name.
It's one of the many, many things I have learned from you.
Because when your brother is hysterical, and Mia won't stop barking and getting under foot, and my 65 hour work week is driving me to tears, and my body is exhausted in a way I didn't think was possible, you are dancing and spinning in the middle of the cautious.
You are singing, and dancing, and spinning, and reminding me that life and love, it's full of grace.
It is in those moments of my torment that I look at you and want to scream, "stop...please stop!". Instead, as I turn to look into your big, beautiful blue eyes, I see it. I see the grace and I am reminded of what I want most for you and Cole, a happy childhood.
You remind me of love, and grace, and life, and comfort.
Grace, it is the definition of your name.