Sleepy Little Ones

It's 7:30 am and the littles are all sleeping.  They should have all been awake 45 minutes ago but most of them coughed through the night and all of them fell straight to sleep when I put them to bed last night so today I decided they needed some time to rest.  I am so thankful I'm not dragging them out of bed every morning so I can go to work.  This morning in my prayers I felt particularly thankful I get to be with them through most of the seemingly unimportant things each day.  For I believe those things are the things that bind us as a family. 

I spoke with Anna on the phone yesterday.  She is in the midst of 1st trimester pregnancy.  She is as sick as can be.  I feel so bad for her.  We laughed (I think mostly to avoid tears) about how awful pregnancy is... WORST event of my life and yet how miraculous the whole journey is.  And somehow we forget and do it to ourselves over and over and over and in some cases over again.  And all for the love of those sweet faces sleeping upstairs who in just a few minutes will probably come down the stairs, blanket in hand, bed head and morning breath and hug and kiss me like they haven't seen me in weeks.

How did I get so lucky to be their momma?