It was late in the day on Easter Sunday and my belly was still filled with more-than-I-should-have-eaten-Jelly-Bellies, fudge and truffles. My heart was filled with love-thoughts-concerns-gratitude for my grown-up and loved-more-I-could-have-ever-imagined children. My mind was filled with words from a sermon, earlier in the day, that likened family love-living-trials-forgiveness to that of our Creator. I probably should have gone out for a late night walk to clear my belly-heart-mind; however it was dark and so the late night stroll with deer-skunks-raccoons was replaced with a late night stroll through social media. It was there when I caught a social-media-provided-heart-stopping-glimpse of parents holding their precious newborn. It was my first glimpse of this already-loved-more-than-imagined child who had stolen her parents hearts and more-than-likely-altered their outlook-values-hopes for this life. I imagined the tears-smiles-anguish-hopes-dreams-prayers offered up during the long-NICU-filled-struggle-fight-for-life and wondered, for just a moment, how each of them had found the strength to endure. And then, I smiled because of course, I know where-how-why they found that strength!
I thought of many things as the sugar-high was reduced to happy-concerned-joy-sorrowfilled tears; however, I went to bed assured and reminded that there are no limits to what you might do when you love someone.