Not everything I'm grateful for is a thing--something you can look at, or touch or hold or move. Sometimes--oftentimes--I am grateful for moments.
I thank you, Father, for moments stolen in the midst of my crazy, busy life, with my little nephew. I thank you for that delighted, happy laugh, those big blue eyes, those tiny toes. I thank you for slobber on my face and hands and for tiny fingers pulling my hair. I thank you for that toothy grin. I thank you for that warm bundle of life that I get to grab and snuggle up to. I wish often that I had more time with him, and yet I thank you that at least for now, I don't; because every moment stolen with him is sweeter for that.
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