Take My Breath Away

A little showering of love, appreciation, and celebration in honor of St. Valentine...

Doug takes my breath away, because he is so intentional, generous, supportive, and intelligent.  Last week, in a moment of utter exhaustion, heightened emotion, and hormonal drama, I appreciated how Doug dropped everything to come home and take care of his girls and let me catch my breath (and my mind!).

D busy at work on our new master bedroom

Sophie takes my breath away, because she is so witty, compassionate, perceptive, and independent. These attributes are quickly being matched by a fierce and fiery toddler-temper that takes my breath away, too... although I'm not sure I have any Valentine love for those behaviors.

B2 takes my breath away because he packs a mean punch.  Literally, he takes my breath away with his rolling, jabbing, kicking, karate-chopping, and jumping.   I suspect that he plans to wear himself out in utero, so that he will be calm, sleepy, mellow, and easy upon arrival. (ha!)  I often find myself gasping out loud because his movement catches me off guard. Doug has gotten used to my sighs and groans, but it's a little more awkward when I do them in front of 35 seniors taking an exam.  I just can't help it--my breath is momentarily being taken away!!

I love my little family, and I am thankful that they love me... all of me: 

(I hope that the startling photo of my pregnant body at 26 Weeks didn't take your breath away.)