mine

In the quiet of the early morning, before anyone else is awake, Jonah gets up and comes to snuggle in my lap. We sit here silently. It is so peaceful and brushing his head with a kiss I realize that this little boy is mine. Mine to love, mine to hold, mine to raise up in the way that he should go. And I feel privileged for the opportunity. Today, I pray I realize what a gift all my children are.