Sunshine and scribbles

late friday night, my darling husband surprised me by coming home early from his hunting trip(empty handed, once more). he arrived stinky, dusty, and oh, so hairy.

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i welcomed him with open arms.

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c and s keller were here for the night, visiting and playing with morgan, and bedtime had long since past, by the time we laid him next to us in his bassinett (yes, he still sleeps in our room....we wouldn't want it any other way).

midnight had come and gone, and morgan nestled right down. jared, freshly showered and smelling heavenly (still hairy), snuggled me close and we found ourselves laughing about something or other. there in the dark, we lay giggling. then morgan, apparently not asleep, joined us in laughter. and we'd giggle more, then he would too. And so it was, on and on. oh, how the morning came so bright and early.

the thing so exquisite about a baby - about the entire parenthood experience - is that amid all of the challenges, all of the sacrifice, there is perfection in the smallest of moments, even if those moments are fleeting. the purity of the happiness felt then and there is enough to carry you through the imperfection.

and i believe that those 'silver linings', those small moments, however cliche that may sound, are there for all, everywhere.

for that is how He works.