I laid in our bed last night, nursing Ayla quietly towards her sweet dreams, and between her musical little sounds of suckling I heard my toddler giggling while she sat on Daddy’s lap downstairs, being read her nighttime story and watching “just one more” Max and Booby (Ruby, to those that can properly form “r’s” when needed)… I listened to my teenager in the upstairs bathroom doing his nighttime routine, and chuckled as I evesdropped on the preteen as he talked to his fish, put his Legos on the floor ready to play today, and prepared for his night of blissful sleep, at home in his own bed.

My God, it’s good to have my family together again.  

Now I prepare for my day, to be regaled with their experiences and a few tales about traveling Germany and England and Italy… but I can’t help but stare at them when they don’t know I’m looking, loving them even more than I did last night.

Thank you, God, for giving me such perfect miracles to hold.  My life is truly incomplete without them all here by my side.