sated
by bam
sometimes — rare too few times — the most powerful prayer we can pray is the one where we pause long enough, quietly enough, to feel ourselves washed over in the knowing that we want for not one thing. that our hearts are filled. beyond measure.
it’s the poetry of pure contentment.
and it carries us straight to heaven’s door, where we whisper, resoundingly, amen and amen.
where do you find your heart’s pure contentment? i found mine on christmas morn, when two sweet boys nestled arm-in-arm in the red-checked happy chair. sending love this christmastide. xox
pull up a chair 
Christmas Eve, when after chasing after her all around the church while her parents worshipped, my darling 3-year-old granddaughter looked at me eye-to-eye from her father’s arms and wished me, in her quiet little voice, “Merry Christmas, Mops,” and then leaned forward to kiss my cheek. The best Christmas gift ever. Love and happy, healthy wishes to you and yours for 2014. Looking forward to more times to pull up a chair. xo
whenever i think of our five grandsons and their parents it is pure contentment. we are indeed lucky people. xxoo
the Saturday AM- before piano and the rest of the day, when the duo sneak or storm in our room to snuggle. Also, the rare morning with pancakes, strawberries, grapes ,and bananas , milk – with the gallon jugs as our centerpiece- , and constant noise and movement of two five year olds