My kids are my life

I had a horrible nightmare last night. It was one of those nightmares that is so real that you wake up trying to figure out what happened. I woke up in tears. It was awful. In my dream I lost one of my children and was preparing for the funeral. I blame this on watching Michael Jackson's ceremony yesterday, but the effects of this dream are still lingering with me today.

I love all of my children. They are each special to me in their own individual ways. I love watching them grow and learn. I love each of their quirky habits, like how Isaac loves food and how everytime I am cooking in the kitchen he pokes his head so close to the mixing bowl that I end up hitting him with my elbows (every time) and he still keeps coming back to see. I love how Eli is always biting his fingers and telling me "No, my fingers". I love how Sophie has a smile that lights up a room. I love how Seth is completely in his own little world and I love when he lets me in!

I try to savor every moment of my time with them. Even when they are being naughty. EVERY MOMENT!!