She looked so pretty.

Standing at the sink doing dishes last night I glanced up to the bar and noticed Jayla there working on a puzzle. She instantly took my breath away. It was one of those out of the blue-ordinary moments where time all of a sudden seems to stand still and my heart is captured, literally aching in my chest with an emotion I can't properly describe...it happens when I look into the face of my child that I see a thousand different times on any given day, and see her somehow freshly, anew...and I think to myself, how on earth did I get this lucky? I've got it all. Everything that matters most in this life, I have. Thank You doesn't seem to be enough. It feels so insufficient. I'll say it anyway. Thank You, thank You, thank You. I want for nothing. I should open my hand to give.