There is magic in my home.
It is there in the loud yell of “Mom-ma” when I walk in. It is there in the giggle I get, when I ask "Where's my lil man?" and "I want my kiss"
My children have been my amazing rocks. I am reminded everyday that they are the best things that ever happened to me. Children do that to you. I feel like me complete and grounded and at the same time in a dream when I am looking at them, into their eyes, and when I am laughing with them.
Every night when I put D to sleep we end up belly laughing about something I mean really belly laughing. I know totally counter productive to his wind down time right before bedtime or maybe he does it every night as a distraction to me from his reading time but either way this little boy has my heart and is so good with it. But I need this at the end of long days.
He is my charmer, my light.
And she is my heart and all the beats that make it up.
Sometimes I get sad that I can’t be with them all day to see how they eat and laugh during the day but I try not to think of that.
But the magic is there in their kisses and those little hands that wrap around me.