They are my gift. Each and every day– when I am tired; when I am grouchy; when I am motivated; when I am lazy; when I am giggly; when I feel like singing and dancing– every moment.
I am unbelievably blessed, because every morning I open the door of their bedroom and there they are– my gift, ready to unwrap a new day with me.
Some days I forget that they are more than dirty laundry and sticky fingerprints and endless needs. But they are so much more, and I can never forget for long.
They are my gift, every day new and full of joy and surprises for the unwrapping.