Fireworks of the Heart

• It’s that feeling I get when my son wakes me in the morning with soft kisses across my face…in the shape of a heart.
• It stirs when I overhear one of my children telling another “I love you”.
• It’s as simple as a sweet voice calling me ‘Mamma” instead of “Mom”.

These are the moments that move me. My children delight when it’s happening.

I pat my heart twice saying ‘Fireworks’ and they smile knowing exactly what that means.

Fireworks is how I’ve describe to my children the celebration taking place in my soul when I catch them in a moment. It’s a quick burst of joy which makes me thankful I get to be their mommy. So with a pat to my chest and a coyly uttered ‘Fireworks’, my children know they have unintentionally lit the spark.

During these long winter days often filled with fighting and whining, I celebrate those priceless moments which make it all worth it; I celebrate the Fireworks of my Heart.

       ♥  Allison

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