I have my moments where everything seems clear and maybe life isn’t so hopeless. My moments when I know that I am right where I need to be. That for better or worse, things really will be okay.

I just had one of those moments.

My sweet Emmett John was nursing. He looked up at me and smiled, his great big toothless grin. Then he lost his latch, which startled him. So he “attacked” me in an effort to make sure his “nummies” didn’t get away.

In that one brief moment, despite the pain and my cold and everything else in the world, my soul was at peace and my heart was full.