This is beautiful from A Holy Experience. Read the whole thing:
"I press my hand against the cold pane and feel December. I remember to breathe. I remember to smile. I prayed for a time such as this, with these children and this husband and this life, and I am tired and I am weary, but it comes and I can see its reflection in the window.
Because there is no passing by this way again.
This labor and pain, it's part of receiving the gift."