No Where Else I'd Rather Be

This morning I opened my eyes, grudgingly, to my name being called repeatedly.  I practically oozed down the stairs, and collapsed onto Christian’s bed.  He was nothing but sweet, and was happy to see me.  I crawled under the covers and snuggled up close to him.  He put his little hand on my face, and whispered “mama.”  I closed my eyes and fooled myself into thinking I might be able to fall back asleep, but only for a moment.  That was when Tes came bounding into the room.

My little girl, who usually echos my sentiment of distaste for the early morning, was a bundle of joy.  She jumped onto the bed, and sent her brother into a fit of giggles.  In an attempt to stay in bed a little longer, I asked if the kids wanted to read a book.  They agreed, of course, and I picked a book, blindly, by reaching over to the bookshelf next to Christian’s bed. 

I proceeded to read them a book that was much longer than I had intended, but they were both absorbed instantly.  I could barely make out the words, my eyes hadn’t gotten the memo that we were awake, and I recited most of the book from memory.  Just as I was about to get annoyed that I was not asleep in my own bed, I looked to my right.  Both my kids were tucked into my arm, their heads leaned together, their faces peaceful.  Their little warm bodies were pressed against me, and I could feel happiness radiating off of them.  I sighed, and had to admit that no matter how tired I was, there was really no where else I’d rather be.  What a beautiful moment of acceptance.