I cherish so much in this season of our life, so very much. So much… it makes my heart ache. I know that everyday they wake up a day older and a little bit different than they were the day before. This season in our life I find myself taking in all of the little things. I watch their little hands as they color on a sheet of paper, as they take a small finger and twirl the ends of their hair (just as they had done since they were born) or the way they throw their head back when they laugh. I listen as their little voices try to process out loud what they see or something they have heard. I sit in awe as I listen to them say their prayers every night. I watch them feel for one another, and sacrifice for each other. I find myself every night while Mark and I are putting them to bed, studying them… looking at them so closely and in awe as if my mind is making a mental note of exactly how they are today… this exact moment in time. I study their little eyelashes, the way their hands snuggle so closely to their face that it squishes their little cheeks together… every detail. I always pray so hard that my kids will know how much their dad and I love them. How there is nothing in this world that is more important than them to us. Nothing that could keep us from them. I pray that God keeps them safe from any harm, I thank God for giving them to us, and I renew my promise to God that we will always love and adore them so deeply. Our three most precious treasures on this Earth, I hope they always know how much we have treasured and cherished each of them and our time spent with them. Mark and I have always wanted to provide a home where our children felt like they belonged, where they feel compassion, where they are able to be vulnerable, and where they see the beauty in the imperfections that we call our life. As my husband jokingly says all the time “This Is Us.” This is US… they are US… and Lord I hope and pray they are always proud of US.