The most obvious gratitude

Day 96.

Dylan and Noah, you are growing up way too fast. I see this in your facial expressions. I hear this in your well-formed sentences and well-thought out questions. I smell this in your bad breath that doesn't always smell baby sweet anymore (although it's still your breath, so it's not really that bad to your mom). I touch this in your long legs and your big feet that no longer fit into the palm of my hand. I taste this when I smother you in kisses...and you don't always let me.

I am grateful for my children.

I am getting all emotional and nostalgic on myself lately. I've been reading some college friends' blog about adopting their son from Korea - they just returned home with him a few days ago. And I'm seeing the wonder and amazement of having a child in a new light...and seeing their wonderfully raw gratitude. It is contagious.

What an incredible blessing a child is to a family. And I just got to read stories to my two little miracles, their warm growing bodies all snuggled up and entangled with mine. I have wanted my whole life to be a mother, and this is IT. It is amazing. It is wonderful. It is hard. But I am so grateful.