There are moments in parenting when I watch my children doing something, and — involuntarily, uncontrollably — my heart swells with love and pride and I feel like my chest is going to burst. My only safe outlet is through my mouth — with a smile, or a word or a hurried call to someone else to come and witness this marvellous feat.

I never know when this moment is going to happen. In the future, it may almost be predictable — like (I imagine) at a recital or a concert. But for now, I get random glimpses of my children — in their actions, their behaviour, their expressions, their understanding — that increases my love and affection for them to the point at which I bubble over.

It happens when they’re

Delaney, 5 months old, June 2010
Playing together.

Calista, 2yo, May 2010
Enjoying a new skill.

Brioni, 3yo, May 2010
Being lovely.

Aisha, 5yo, May 2010
Growing up.

In this same way, God delights in us:

I said to the LORD, “You are my Lord; apart from you I have no good thing.” As for the saints who are in the land, they are the glorious ones in whom is all my delight.