They are spectacular. Every single bit of them down to their tiny toes and their wonderful laughs and their sweet voices. Spectacular.
And I'm not always so great about realizing the good stuff while it's happening. Not so wonderful at recognizing what a sweet life it is. What a great man I have. What a blessing my children are to me. Not so good at it. The tough stuff takes over sometimes. Yes, I admit it. My attitude goes to the toilet and I forget.
But not looking at this.
Never was a birthday weekend more amazing, just for the fact that both my babies were in my arms for it. How amazing is that, after all these years? This is the blessing I'm clinging to.
How bout' you?