Small

There is something about the crisp fall air, the simple clear beauty of the expanse of blue overhead, my kids holding my hands and hearing them call me "mama", that tugs at my heart and reminds me from where all these things come.

Standing at the fair this past weekend surrounded by the busy happy crowd, holding hands with my favorite little people and feeling the enthusiastic kicking of the son I've yet to meet, I am reminded of my smallness. And this reminder practically knocks me over with gratitude.

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