Fruit loops at the breakfast table, watching his favourite show, dad making coffee, and mom snuggling their newest little one. Such beautiful simplicity. There was such a peace about it, a freedom to rest and be safe in love.
Art hung on their walls, telling stories of their history. So in the same place, their history was being woven with their present, and a hope of all the beauty that is to come. They spoke of passing down the gift of love to their children. Their hearts longing for their children to know how fully they are loved by them. And this is the beautiful weaving of our stories, our past, our present our future, all mixed into one, and as we grow we choose which strands are the most important to pass down. For this family, it's love.
I was amazed and inspired by the love that was displayed as watched their oldest gently hold and care for his tiny brother. It was obvious that he has not only received love, but been taught it. And what a gift, to give ourselves fully to one another, and let love multiply.
Playfulness and fun filled our time that morning, and out of it came joy and life, written upon their faces. Everything was so simple, and yet there was such a beautiful depth and purpose behind it all, for all of it was expressing love. I watched them that day, pouring back and forth, and I knew that their children were abundantly aware of the love their parents have for them. It was a beautiful sight.
This home, a place of freedom and safety, the soil rich to plant the seeds of their love. And already their vines are filling with fruit, as love pours over from one life to the next, and so a legacy is built. This is the wonder of expanding love. The beauty of FAMILY.