I'm normally not a sentimental person, but this week I've found myself staring at my children, taking in who they are and watching every move they make.
They're such a blessing. A difficult one at times. But none-the-less, a treasure I get to behold.
I hope I remember the way they waddle down the hallway. Climb in my lap to whisper a secret. Or get so excited to tell me they've found a new way to arrange their pillows.