Hyperbole meets happiness

Today I started composing a post that was downright depressing. I think I started writing such a post because lately, I feel as if my reserves are almost empty. Do you ever feel like that? Like all of your energy, your patience, your ability to be understanding are diminished to the point where you're scraping at the bottom of the barrel to regain some composure? (Perhaps a hyperbolic way to describe such a feeling, but hey, that what happens when the writer of this blog watches too much The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. Only kidding... or am I?)

At any rate, instead of focusing on all of the reasons why I'm losing faith in the overarching rationality of humankind in general (insert more hyperbole here), I wanted to write about something that is truly wonderful. This story involves one of my favorite people, who has been on the quest to become a mom for a long time. I won't get into the specifics here, but the result of this oft-times horrific journey is this:

photo taken by red brick photography

Aren't they the cutest little family in the history of the universe? I can't wait to meet this little guy. This story reminds me that life is beautiful, that God is good. That going through the sad points in life help us achieve true happiness and joy. Because only then can we appreciate what happiness and joy truly are.

So that's all I am going to say for today. 

[Well, and the fact that I'm campaigning to be this little guy's honorary Godmother. Honorary because I'm not Catholic (even though it's in my blood, so does that kind of count?) but think it's a really sacrosanct role, regardless. That I would take very seriously. What do you say, Kenna?]