Thursday, September 27, 2012

My Cup is Overflowing

Standing at a crossroad. Anxious to share so many wonderful things with my children , yet wanting to keep them as sweet little babies with their tiny feet.  Each day I look into their faces and see they have grown just a little more.  Bittersweet moments.

Franklin and Ella Jane, I love you.  You bless me over and over each day.  You pour smiles, laughter, and joy into my cup.  It's overflowing.  I never could have imagined my heart could love this much.  Thanks for showing me the way.


Friday, September 21, 2012

Friday Favorite Things

Friday Favorite Things

Franklin's hair. It always stands up and is as soft as a puppy's ear.  
When I was cleaning the bedroom after work, I laid him on the bed.  
The ceiling fan above him spinning away.
He laughed, giggled, and smiled.
As if he shared a secret with that ceiling fan.
So sweet.

Ella's little temperment.
Just when you get smile after smile, I pull out the camera and 
She just knows
And stops smiling
in fact, sometimes she can make a little smug face.
Too funny

Loved having earlier evenings with my husband
Him getting up early with Ella
When I was sleepy with a cold
I didn't even have to ask.

Love the gift of family
The blessings of strangers
And the beauty of fall

friday favorite things | finding joy

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

On Dad

It's funny the things that excite you as a mom of twins.  When you are able to successfully take care of both of the twins, during the dinner hour, alone, while your husband is at a meeting you have a new found sense of confidence as a Mother.  Not only is the dinner hour what we affectionately call the "witching" hour where babies don't really like to nap longer then 45 minutes, and just want to sit near you, not really play but on top of that you bath!  To keep two babies content, feed them both at the same time (we call this the double boppy feed) and get them in clean pjs - woo, I almost felt like I might be able to climb Mount Rushmore.  Then the dog rolls around on the floor next to you, begging for attention but both of your arms are already occupied...and dinner is composed of a bowl of cereal because by the time you've gone through the bedtime routine you are ready for sleep.

But then you get them down to sleep, tucked in for the night, and glance at your phone to see if you've gotten a text message from Daddy yet.  Is he on his way?  Because even though they are tucked away in their nursery, sleeping, you still feel relieved when he walks through the door and kisses you hello.

He's my everyday superhero.