Today started out with me a little bit groggy and the house quiet and dark. I tried to pray and do my daily reading but sleep overtook me and quite honestly a slight feeling of hopelessness washed through me. Asleep on the couch is where I ended up. Bible on the floor and prays half said.
Fast forward three hours. One big boy eating his weight in cranberries after asking very clearly for them and one small boy nursing himself to sleep. The house is quiet, soft music playing on the computer, and the lights are low. I can't help but be thankful. I pray a quiet prayer and thank the Lord for my babies. I thank him for the sweet face Will makes just as he is falling into dreamland, the sleepy smile he gives me as if to say, night night Mommy.
Tears flood my eyes as I look down and see cars "parked" all around me. My big boy has been creating a traffic jam at my feet as I talked to God. He likes to be close to me, even if just to play around me while I feed his little brother.
Today I am thankful.
