There is nothing more rich and full and beautiful than the sound of children laughing. ————————> I’ve been thinking a lot about moving lately. Funny how that grass really always seems greener...especially when you don’t have any. But what was impressed on my heart this week while talking to my children about the conditions surrounding the separation of immigrant families in our nation, something started digging away at that little thing called “comparison”. I began to stop and check my surroundings; my yearnings; my heart. —————————————> What I found there was this: it doesn’t matter where you live... in a moment it could be stripped out from under you. All that matters is that my babies are safe and sound and with their mama. All that means anything is finding love and joy in the laughter and little voices and stories that fill the walls therein; that you take time to make magic in the place you dwell. Inside, outside, in a house, in a tent. All I want is for my children to remember that whenever they are with their mother, it is a place that welcomes friends, lots of friends, with open arms and plenty of snacks...that we take lots of extra moments to squeeze hands, give kisses, tell secrets, say our “I love you”’s, and take time to talk...about anything and everything and anytime and all the time. So, so thankful for all the mini people in my life lately.