Being Grateful

Thinking about it, I realized I do not really take the time to say, or write out how grateful I am for what I have, the people in my life, the children I get to raise and be mommy to, and who I get to go through life with.

To say I love my family isn't enough. It seems to simple and common. My whole world is my family, specifically my 3 children; Asher 9, Twins Berkley & East

I think when I was young I dreamt of this exact life, not sure it would in fact happen of course, and there were a million things to send it off course or in other directions.

I feel as though if I were to draw the children I hoped to have, the way they looked, how they made me feel, it would be these exact 3 children I've miraculously created with the best man I've ever met, their father.

I truly feel like my heart could burst just thinking or looking at my children. Sometimes I tear up watching them play or laugh together. I've never felt anything so powerful.

My love for my children is an intense whole body love that I just cannot believe at times I am lucky enough to have and experience. In my wildest dreams, I could never have imagined how deep and true love could be.

My children are sort of magical people in my eyes. Every new action, skill, or development they gain I'm in awe of these amazing, beautiful, kind, smart, loving little people they are. They are uniquely their is person, with their own personalities, and it is fascinating to watch them grow.

Sorry for gushing, but I just want them to read my blog articles when they're grown and just know how much they were truly and deeply loved.