Daybreak

This morning, my curly haired girl climbed into my bed with her grinchy and her binkies.  Suck suck,  snuggle, roll and hug. "I love you mom," very sweet but too quickly followed with "Is that money mine?" pulling out a twenty from under the covers.  Making me laugh.

When I went to get little Henry, you breathily whispered "Is today Rose Festival? Can we go to the fair? I want to ride the bumper cars." After I took off your sleep sack and set you on your sleep-wobbily feet, you took two steps and then turned around to put lipless kisses on my cheeks, chin, and eyes. "I love you Mama."

I love you too, sweet kids. I don't know if you have any idea how much.