Moments that shimmer

Do you ever have those moments where your heart seems to give a little burst and everything seems to shimmer? And for those few seconds you feel overwhelmed by love in such a positive way, like a surge of love that brings with it a feeling of clam? Recently I experienced it while laying Emerson down after she had fallen asleep in my arms. I watched her head slowly fall to one side on the mattress, her eyelids fluttering for a moment in that in between state where you're not sure if they will cry out and wake up, or settle and sleep. Her hand touched her face, as it is prone to do when she is very tired, and I knew she would sleep. As I watched her I felt a surge of emotion and in that instant there was an overflowing of love, contentment, gratitude, hope.

Another such moment I sat in bed, my children either side of me, as I read them a story. I recognised this moment as an image I held of motherhood long before I was a mother. Something I had yearned towards. An aspiration now fulfilled. The warm bodies and sleepy eyes beside me suddenly filled me with an immense and quiet joy. An intense wave washed over me, before the emotion receded. Everything was back to normal in a few moments, and my voice continued to rise and fall with the narrative.

I wonder what you call those moments?
Perhaps there is a word for it in another language?
Do you experience them too?

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So many busy days of late, blurring one into another. 

Somewhere in there though, Cohen has named his cat softie 'Nana Cat'. 

He also carefully untied all the labelled tags I has just attached to the glass jars in the pantry. He then sat and watched as I retied them all, proudly pronouncing 'Ta-dah!' once I had finished. 

Cohen has also taken it upon himself to be responsible for feeding the cat, which means that several times a day the cats bowl is filled to the brim with biscuits. Our grumpy feline has found that the toddler may be useful to him after all.

Each morning Dave rises very early for work, while I stay warm beneath the blankets until Cohen wakes. The other morning though, I was tempted out into the crisp, dark morning to catch a glimpse of four planets, brightly peering out above the neighbours roof line.

So many little moments to put somewhere for safe keeping, to be rediscovered in the future.