Signs

I love waking up in the morning, long before the boys start to stir. I walk to the kitchen to get myself that first cup of coffee and I see little signs of them from the night before. A little goat laying on our top step, four little shoes lined up beside the couch, silent games and toys still in the exact place they were last touched...

And I thank God for the miracle of my children. I thank Him for the chance to be their mother, to have two little bodies attached to my legs all day long. It makes me stop and remember that even in those moments when all I want is two seconds of peace and quiet to just use the restroom - and two little boys are knocking down the door and screaming outside of it like their life is going to end...that I am blessed. So blessed and so thankful.

I'm also very thankful for quiet moments like this where they sleep in, and when that glorious thing at the end of the day called bedtime happens too! :)