inspired to be

It's the perfect hour.  Hubs let me sleep a little longer, house is clean, kids are content, coffee is sweet and warm.  Sitting at the kitchen table smiling while I read an email from my sis and look at pics of her daughter.  My littlest fan crawls and peeks at me from around a chair.  She grins when I say "Good morning Heidi" and she crawls as fast as her mini legs can take her.  Pulling herself up, reaching for my knee, I envelope her sweetness as she nuzzles my shoulder, her way of asking for her favorite treat.

I spent this warm night acting as the world's most educated teddy bear as I hopped from one daughter's bed to the next.  I rarely sleep with the oldest, but it was in order last night when she was under the impression that 1:00am was the perfect time to "awake Mama.  Want to watch Dora."  Then littlest one, alone in her corner of the house, banished until she fixes her night routine, yells and I am positive that my house has grown.  It is a LONG walk to littlests crib.  Snuggles and a very early morning feeding lull her back to sleep.

Back to my bed where the pillow awaits in the perfect position.  I reach out to touch my beloved, pausing to reflect how rarely I cuddle with him these days.  It's just a phase in life when our time and bodies are first given to our young.  Soon enough it will be just us again.  Gray and wrinkled, our house will feel too big and we'll want to remember...  we live a blessed life.


Today I will edit and post HEIDI's 10-month pics.  You all guessed it... I reposted Hazel's yesterday!  I had pulled up that collage so that I could try to replicate the photo shoot for Heidi.  Hubby sat down, and really looked at the pics... NOT REALIZING they were his eldest daughter!  Too funny!

Finally, I wanted to share this nice quote with you.  Read it on pinterest this morning (thanks LTB!):

“Anyone who imagines that bliss is normal is going to waste a lot of time running around shouting that he’s been robbed. The fact is that most putts don’t drop, most beef is tough, most children grow up to just be people, most successful marriages require a high degree of mutual toleration, most jobs are more often dull than otherwise. Life is like an old time rail journey…delays…sidetracks, smoke, dust, cinders and jolts, interspersed only occasionally by beautiful vistas and thrilling burst of speed. The trick is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride.” ― Gordon B. Hinckley

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