I'm grateful for these two amazing, adorable, wonderful children I am priveleged to raise.
I am grateful for brothers who adore each other's company. (Believe it or not, this was the beginnings of a hug).
I am grateful for the chance to mother these two boys, so different in nature but each filling my heart with joy and love.
I am grateful for a two year old who is becoming exuberantly affectionate - offering "huggies" to anyone, kisses given with such love and joy.
I am grateful to be the mother of an almost-seven year old boy. Sweet, earnest, loving, compassionate. Eager to please everyone. The best big brother a little man could hope for. The best son any two parents could wish for.
I'm grateful for cuddles and kisses. I'm grateful for the huge stacks-on tickle fests of today that left us laughing so hard we cried. I'm grateful for the squeals of delight and outstretched arms that greeted me after my walk today.
I'm grateful that I got to tuck two happy, healthy, alive children into their beds tonight. I'm reminded that this isn't always guaranteed and that I ought to be grateful every single time I do.