This morning I had a moment. One of those moments I’ve had a thousand times before, but different. Different because I suddenly saw the moment differently than I did all the times before.
You see, this morning, I cried tears of joy. I’m a “crier”, so this is not out of the ordinary. I’ve always accepted this as the way I was made, and I’ve never really given much thought about the reason or purpose behind crying when I’m happy. Until this morning.
I was holding my baby daughter, rocking her and talking to her before putting her down for her morning nap. When she started to get sleepy, she laid her head on my chest like normal. Just as I thought she was falling asleep, she lifted her head to look at me and smile. I touched my nose and forehead to hers and began raining kisses on her cheeks and eyelids. She just closed her eyes and smiled, soaking up my affections. The moment was so full of love, my heart could no longer contain it all without bursting. And so, I cried tears of pure joy. The overflow of my love.
Living Life with Joy, Intention, & Purpose 