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Fun To Be Alive

Today is June 12, 2009. Nathan and Megan's wedding is two weeks from Saturday. Ami and Brad will celebrate their 15th anniversary on that same day (by 15th, I mean 15 weeks, not years). Nathan will have been a college graduate for all of 7 weeks on the day of his wedding; and he will have lived on this earth (independent of my womb) for 23 years and 1 day.

To say this has been and continues to be an emotional season for me would be akin to stating that Barack Obama is president of the United States - it's just a fact. I find myself often on the verge of tears and easily tipped over the edge. I watch the little boy who lives behind us with longing for the days that were, the days that trickled through my fingers, averse to my attempts to hold them tight. Jonah has brown hair and a little body just like Nathan's at the age of 3. He rides his jeep down their steps over and over and over - giggling each time he hits bottom with a thud. He throws rocks - at their house (Mom obviously hasn't seen him do this). He runs and climbs and laughs. Everything about him shouts to the world, "It's SO much fun to be alive!"

When I look at the people I love most in this life - my husband, our children and their spouses - my heart is gripped with a love the depth of which I never dreamed myself capable. This is when my heart cries out with Jonah's "It's SO much fun to be alive!"

Thank you, my family, my precious, wonderful, incredible, lovely family for all the richness each of you has added to my life and continues to add each and every day.

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