I Am Loved

Today is Friday, and since I just got back from a trip and I have nothing prepared to give you just yet, I'm linking up with Lisa-Jo's Five Minute Friday. And her topic today is perfectly appropriate for me: "I feel the most loved when . . . "

So here we go.

*start*

I just got back from a trip. Four exhausting, but fun days in New York City with my oldest and two of her friends.

Walking into my home last night I realized, I am loved.

When one girl hugged me longer and harder than she usually does.

I am loved.

When I noticed that all have pitched in to make the house ready for my arrival—dishes done, beds made, everything picked up.

I am loved.

When my husband smiles and says, “I’m so glad you could do this.”

I am loved.

When my puppy won’t leave my side for a minute.

I am loved.

When I hear, "Thank you so much for taking us, Mom."

I am loved.

When my youngest leaves for school this morning, hugs me hard, smiles deep into my eyes and says, “I’m so glad you’re home.”

I am loved.

Love is not the stuff around me or the trips I am able to take. Love is not the feeling of mushy-gushy warmth. Love is not experiences.

Love is home. Love is where I live.

*stop*



Thanks, Lisa-Jo, for a great prompt and for hosting Five Minute Friday! I'll be back later with a few thoughts from our trip.