I find myself at 2:30 in the morning wishing that I could be past Micah's late night bottle, and the times Abby wakes up with weird dreams and wants to come to our bed . . . . I find myself wishing at 6:30 in the morning that I had another 8 hours to sleep unhindered and uninterrupted . . . . I find myself wishing that the cup of coffee I sheepishly cannot do without would somehow restore my tired face to an unscathed glow . . . . I find myself wishing all these things until I come to my senses every day and see the beauty in my life - the family I am so blessed to be a part of. I find myself smiling because, even amidst my weariness, I wouldn't have it any other way. I find myself laughing because my daughter has my millions of goofy laughs and a couple million of her own. I find myself in awe of the way my heart breathes when I see my son smile and coo when I come into sight. I find myself softening when my husband wraps me up in his perfect hug. And then this, tonight, I watched in wonder as my daughter, so young and so bright, read her little brother a nighttime story . . . from one of my favorite books. Who ever said speaking in tongues wasn't an amazing thing to behold. You'll understand when you see. I am so blessed. Yep!