watching your nine-year-old nap after his first sleepover...
love is pausing to listen to him breathe.
walking your dog in the biting wind...
love is furry ears perked with pleasure.
teaching your daughter how to make pizza dough...
love is little hands dusted with flour.
you and your husband locking yourselves in your room
to exchange Valentines in [relative] quiet...
love is not assuming 12 years has said it all...
love is making the time to write.
Life-glimpses of His love
--the One Who pauses over us --
each breath precious to His heart;
Who longs that we walk beside Him,
though the cold winds may bite.
He desires so much to teach us,
and for us to steal away
and soak in His Words of love.
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