sweet scramble

Sitting here in my rocking chair with Winter in my arms...this is my quiet reflection time (a.k.a. blog from my phone time). Being a mother to a lil girl is so special in a different kind of way. Im looking at her lil face in this dim light and cant think of any other way to describe this moment but BEAUTIFUL. She is sweet and small and perfect and mine. A living doll truly truly.
Dax is another kind of story. Of course he is special too. He is clever and observant, this boy is not easily fooled or distracted. He likes to just sit and hold hands with me. He tells me everything he feels. He wakes up and asks where his baby sister is. So thoughtful, so protective...just like his father. My life is so colorful and warm because of them. When i look at their faces i can only think of how in love i am with their father. My family. My TWO kids. My husband. My life. My loves.

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