Sometimes, I look at my kids and I think "Oh my Lord. How am I going to survive the day?" (Those are usually the days in which one child or another are prone to picking, pinching, kicking, teasing, tormenting, beating, etc. on one sibling or another...)
But most days, I look at these kiddos and am awestruck.
Completely, utterly, helplessly in love.
I stare at them and I wonder how I got to be the lucky one to have them in my life.
Just last night, I sat and stared at my Baby Girl, who had fallen asleep on the way home from her biggest brother's baseball game.
Her perfect lips, her tiny nose, the way her eyelashes lay so quiet and still...I wanted to inhale that moment and have that memory forever imprinted on my brain.
For I know, that no matter how tired and exhausted I am at the end of the day...there will come a time when I will miss these days, these moments, and all the chaos in between.
Well, okay...maybe not the chaos. ;)