Marvel. As a verb.

We marvel all the time.

We marvel at our blessings.  We have a healthy child, a beautiful little girl, we whisper in the dark. The best half of you plus the best half of me. And then we kiss.

We marvel at our love. We have a strong relationship and a happy family. I love you even with morning breath, and I know you love you back.

We marvel at our luck. We laugh together every day, all three of us. She adores you, I sigh. He smiles at me as he launches our daughter into the air. Her giggles are contagious.

We marvel at her the most. At the shape of her ears and the color of her eyes. At the curl of her grin and the chub on her thighs. At her vitality and at her exploration of her world.

Sometimes we wonder and sometimes we doubt. We speculate, we admire, we experience, we consider, we deliberate, we adore, we reflect.

But more than anything, we marvel.