My boys

I love my boys. I don't just love them because they are my boys, I love them because of their individual personalities and for the strengths and weaknesses that they each possess. I was holding Connor's hand in church yesterday and as I looked as his chubby, short hand I reflected on how blessed my life has been. There was a point in my life that I believed I would never get the experience to look at a little hand that I had helped create or look into a face where I could see part of myself looking back at me. Now, I wake up every morning to the sounds of four little feet running towards my bed where I am then smoothered with hugs and good morning kisses. I will never do anything better in my life than what I am doing right now and that is being a mother to my boys.