Thursday, February 28, 2013

At The Very Least, I Am Loved

Last night, I woke up in the middle of the night to Owie crying and Landon yelling out for his cup. After getting both boys settled (Owie in the pack and play in our room, and I just put Landon in the bed with Philip), I couldn't sleep so I started cleaning the house and doing some grading. After about two hours Owen started to cry. I tried paci a few times, but eventually let him lay beside me on the couch. Then about an hour after that I see Landon practically sleep walking to me on the couch. He curled up beside me and fell back asleep.

As I worked on grading schoolwork in the middle of the night with my boys curled up around me, I couldn't help but reflect on the love I feel for my boys and the love they must feel for me too! Despite the fact that I have to wake up in the middle of the night to get anything done...and even then there's no guarantee, I wouldn't trade a second with my sweet babies!



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