This story was originally published on our Facebook page in 2015.
Watching Miles sleep I am overcome with a feeling of profound gratitude. I have known Miles for exactly seven days. I have known of his existence for exactly eight. I love him fiercely and I am profoundly grateful that he is here, sleeping soundly, safe and warm.
I find myself feeling profoundly grateful that what I have is “enough”. What I have is not “a lot”. I am not wealthy, my house is not big and my material possessions are few and simple. I do not have a lot of time, no more than anyone. There are days all I see are my floors that need refinishing, my walls that need painting and the repairs waiting to be made.
I do have enough. I have enough to have these walls around us, sturdy and solid. I have enough that my home is cozy and comfortable, our bellies are full. I have enough that right now, when he needs it most, Miles can have some room in my home and in my heart. I have enough that I will find the moments in my life into which another life will fit.
Tonight I am feeling profoundly grateful that when Miles’ whole world fell apart, I could be the one to break his fall. He is magic and wonder, wide eyed and whimsical, he is an imp and a sprite full of joy and love and sweet puppy kisses. Miles is innocence.
I do not have a lot but I have enough and because I choose to share it, tonight so does Miles. Watching Miles sleep, it does not get better than that. I am the lucky one.