Joy 28

When I put Nolie to sleep at night, she asks me to put a bubble around her, her bubble of love.  It's made of out of mommy love, daddy love, Addie love, the love of all the nanas and papas and aunties and uncles and cousins and friends and teachers, and even of all the people who don't know her but love her.  It's made of the strongest thing in the world--love--and it can never break, and it keeps her safe and warm and nothing bad can happen while she's in there.  It surrounds her all the time, even when she's forgotten about it.  She can always call it up just by remembering it's there.

So, for today:  I'm grateful for the joy of a million thoughtful blessings.  Thanks to all of you for reminding me I'm surrounded in a bubble of love, too.  I feel it, I do.