moments.

a six-year-old runs to me and throws his arms around my neck...repeatedly.
a four-year-old yells "cannonball" as he plummets into my lap and lays there.
a ten-year-old tackles me full force to the ground and we collapse in laughter.
an eleven-year-old tickles me until i scream.
it is in moments, above all other moments, that i believe in God. because only a being infinitely greater than myself could create such a powerful and overwhelming feeling of love. i just can't explain it, but it grips me.
i want children. i want my own. i'm homesick for them and they don't even exist.