three special little guys

...This past weekend, we went to Friona to visit family. While there, we went to Friona's Cheeseburger Festival (according to Rhett's Granddad, some guys named George and Paul started this competition many, many years ago when my granddad was just a boy. A promise to move somewhere cold and wear cheese on their heads was what was on the line. Some potato vodka, a nice sister and nasty hangovers for George's big family assured Paul and his small family were not those people. Rhett is so excited to see the cheeseheads on tv in the fall...)

Anyway, while there I spotted someone I know: Holly! And beside Holly was Justin holding--Eli! I ran over to them, dropped all my drinks and took Eli immediately. He is the most precious little boy. I am so happy that I got to see them. It was a great surprise. Holly did ask me how I was and I said I was okay. And here is where I have to be honest: Although at that moment I was okay, earlier that morning I was not. It has just passed a month since I had my miscarriage and there had been moments where I was dwelling in my loss. And one would think, seeing a baby would make me sad, especially if I was already feeling down. But quite the opposite happened. When I saw Eli, all I could feel was...happiness.

A little later on in the day, my cousin and her children came to see us. We were sitting in my parents' living room, watching her youngest, a 15-month boy, play. Let me tell you, he is the happiest baby! He growls like an Ewok, has a huge smile and at one time, he climbed on the couch where my sister and I were sitting and would just sit there with us. Darling. He made my heart swoon.

While driving home on Sunday, we stopped at my friend's house to see her and her family. Christy's son is almost a year old and this was the first time I had seen him. He had a smile, that one! He was so cute, could already walk and made me laugh at the way he would try to pull the boys' too long hair. It was like he was saying, "You guys need your hair cut!" Again, my heart was just happy.

This may sound dopey, but after seeing these three special little guys, I really feel better. I really am okay. It was like they helped my heart heal. It was like God was telling me, "See, Aimee, look how much good there is in this life. Look how much love there is. Focus of the beautiful."

I read an article a few weeks ago about trying to let go of the messes in your life. It made me think about how I want to live my life from now on: Accept that things, bad or good can happen no matter what you do.

I wrote down a quote from that article by a Rabbi Kula, that I want to share with you:

You can't seperate nature's beauty from its destructiveness.

By finding the beauty in everyday, even in life's terrible moments, is a way for me to accept and to know that God loves me.

This past weekend, I saw the beauty in three little boys' faces. They are their mothers' happiness. And that made me happy.