i can’t hold you and not feel Heavenly Father... in your tiny fingers you press into my skin, in your sweet breath against my neck, your soft coos while you melt me with those col bolt blue eyes, the way your smile comes all way from your toes…your everything true and just. the definition of a blessing in its purest form. this mothers day i was filled with gratitude for all the ways the Lord has blessed my life...but most specifically for this magical, warm little person that is asleep across my lap at this very moment. God is so very good and i’ve got proof.