he is my life

I have a little cowboy. Every move he makes, every funny little thing he says, every time he says, "Mama, I luh you," my heart melts and then swells with passion. He is my life.

I also have a little X-treme athlete. Everytime he leaps from the highest branch, everytime he puts together a new invention or concoction, everytime he surprises me with his incredible talents, my breath escapes me and a lump forms in the back of my throat, my eyes fill with tears. I choke them back and, smiling, hugh him and say, "Well done, son." He is my life.

I have a Texican. He's a great man who cares for me and quite literally gives his life for me day by day. There's no one else who will ever love me the way he does. I would do anything for him. He is my life.

I have a Savior, a Lord, a Friend. He spoke just the right words to cut straight to my heart that affect day after day after day. He sings for me, and gives me flowers. He hugs me with a whirl of the wind and whispers to me as He brushes by. He gave His life for me so that I may live. I may choose to make certain choices that benefit my children and husband, but none of those compare to the choices I make for my God. Day by day my life reflects His image, His glory and grace. Breath by breath I convey His message to the world. Because of this, I choose blessing. He is my life.

(Deut 30:19-20)