Gratitude

It's been a while since I have gone to that deep, introspective place on this blog. I am sure that you all (3 of you that read this) have missed it. I have recently been thinking a lot about the gift of motherhood. I believe that Good Friday is a great day to express my overwhelming feelings of gratitude (to a higher power) that I have been given the privilege of being a mother. Is there really anything better than motherhood? Ok, so if I were a rock star mother - like Gwen Stefani or Sheryl Crow, that would be better.

Anyway, Isaac and Adrian are simply the best gift that God has given me. I know . . . I do share them with Dave. He thinks fatherhood is pretty cool, too. But I think I am the winner. To steal the words of E.E. Cummings, "I carry [their] heart with me. I carry it in my heart". I have heard many people say that you can't understand the love that your parents have for you until you have your own children. Well, it's true.

It is an amazing joy to see my beautiful boys transform daily before my own eyes. There is nothing that I wouldn't do for them. They also carry my heart with them.