Often I am struck by the force of my love and gratitude for my children. I see the way Dozer’s hair falls, or the goofy quirky smile the teenager sometimes gives, or the way freckles are splayed across my son’s nose. It honestly stops my breath for a moment. I am so lucky to have these people as my children. 

This morning, I was marveling at Sugar Biscuit. His profile as he watched TV, his chunky feet. He turned to look at me, and I said “How is it that I got such a beautiful, beautiful boy?” He simply covered his face with his hands, smiled, and leaned in for a kiss. 

How is it that I could possibly be this blessed?