My little snail...my aching heart

Max has taken to "reading" before he falls asleep. He piles oodles of books in his bed before we tuck him in. I usually find them hanging precariously on the edge of the bed when I go in to turn off the little light. Tonight, I went in and he was sound asleep in the middle of the bed, curled up like a little snail shell. It made my heart skip a beat as he used to sleep that way when he was a newborn. I have pictures of him at the bottom of my hospital bed, curled up just so...

How sneaky time is...giving me day after luscious day with my family and then smacking me across the face with how quickly it has past. I don't feel my life rushing by. I savour the moments, I appreciate what I have. And still time comes, giving with one hand and stealing with the other.

I scarcely notice it but every now and then I will catch a glimpse of the past that I have forgotten and my breath will catch and my mind will reel...

I am so grateful. I am full of joy and full of praise for what I have been given. Is it possible that a heart can break from being too full?