the view from my window

The view from my window struck such emotion in me today. Can't imagine what life will be like when this view is gone. It's tiring. The older I get, the more tired I am. But, I cannot imagine life without the bustle of lots of kids, the fun, the fighting, the mountains of laundry, the three trips to the grocery store a week, the crying, the hugging. The work and the joy. Oh, these children. Thank you, Father. Thank you for these children. I was peeling potatoes. I peeked out the window. Thank you, Father. Thank you for the view from my window.