Ooh, I'm barely scraping this one in under the clock. :-)
Joel is working some long hours, and was gone today for more than 13. He came home sore and weary and in desperate need of sleep. He had paperwork to do and I knew he was going to fade fast.
But, beautiful soul that he is, he pushed all of that aside to just hang wtih his boys. They delighted in his company, clinging to him, climbing over him, competing for his attention.
He didn't so much as sit down to eat dinner until they were both asleep. Didn't want to miss a minute.
Tonight, I'm grateful that this beautiful soul chose to make these children with me. I'm grateful that he is such an amazing father, a loving, gentle guide for my two little men. He is everything I ever imagined the father of my children would be.
I watch them together, the three of them smiling up at me and I know, I really appreciate what I'm looking at. These three men. Mon coeur. My heart. They have it. It is filled with love and gratitude and I willingly give it. And I know it's completely safe in their hands. They love me back.
Nothing else matters, does it? How can I be anything but grateful?