This is one of my favorites! It’s a throw-back from 2012 (and one of the stories in my manuscript).

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The same thing happens every time I go out in public with all four of my kids. Strangers stop me.  I’ll admit I must look odd toting a toddler on each hip, especially if I have two more kids trailing behind.

These strangers tell me things like “you must be busy” and “what a crazy life.”  I hope they don’t really mean, “you look frazzled.” Although by the time I get to the checkout line I’m sure I do look frazzled.

No, I AM frazzled.

But the number one thing I hear from the stranger bold enough to approach me is, “boy, your hands are full!”

Usually I smile and nod and tell them they are right. Obviously my hands are full. In fact, if I had TWICE as many hands as I do, they would be full too.  But lots of parents have their hands full, not just twin moms.

The truth is, I’ve been answering these strangers all wrong. The next time someone tells me my hands are full, I should tell them, “you should see my heart.”  And leave it at that.

if you think my hands are full you should see my heart

But even that would be an understatement. My heart is not full, it is bursting. At moments, it even melts. Like a puddle of melted chocolate.

The Melting Moments are the ones that make the frazzled moments all worth it. Unfortunately as a mom of young kids, there are more frazzled moments.  But those Melting Moments are sweet, sweeter than chocolate.

I have an entire shelf full of notes and cards my artist daughter has made for me. All Melting Moments.

While at the dentist the other day, I listened to my 4-year-old explain the difference between the Jurassic and the Cretaceous Periods, Melting Moment.

And those two toddlers of mine, one on each hip, all of those Melting Moments come two at a time. Unsolicited, sloppy toddler kisses – doubled.

So yes, my hands are full. And often, I can’t find time for the little things – like a shower. But more often than not my heart is so full, it bursts. It melts.

So why is it then we symbolize love with a heart when clearly a puddle would do?

This Valentine’s Day, I don’t need cards in the shape of hearts. Or even a heart-shaped box of chocolates. Melted chocolate would be just fine. That’s what love is.  (I’d still take roses though – I never said anything about roses).