02 May 2013

Not Enough

David's mom and dad are here visiting. I can't speak for David, but for me, it is glorious. And not because they spoil us at the supermarket (though they do). And not because they bring us presents (though that's true, too). And not because they hold the ladder and wash our dishes and carry our screaming son (yeah, that may have happened).

It is glorious because they love us so much. They love us SO. MUCH. And though it is not profoundly said, we love them too. They are the gift, and after they leave, there is no way to fill the void. I find love's fullness inexpressible. It seems too little to say it, and even its attempted manifestations fall short. It's just not enough. It won't do.

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