I could ask for nothing more than my three little miracles, each one created with love, unique and special in their own way.
Every morning I wake up not knowing what the day will bring, but resting with the fact that it will be filled with their laughter and banter, “Mommy, can I have this, please?” and “Mommy, he did this to me!” and “Mommy, she’s whining!”
I want only to cherish them, nurture them and give them the best I can give. I want them to grow up beautifully, knowing that they can always be confident in who they are and not have to live up to the standards of society, whatever they may be.
I am blessed because in their own little ways, I know, deep in my heart, that they love me too. He still holds my hand when we cross the street, she says, “I love you a bajilion times, Mommy!” while giving me squeezy-hugs, and the littlest one’s gaze follows me wherever I go. Can’t wait for her to start talking.
My life is filled with challenges, and yet it is filled with love.
And every night I go to bed, it is with a fervent prayer that God’s blessing be upon each one of them. I’m so grateful for their presence in my life and I could ask for nothing more.