Miraculously, their faces rest free from worry, from strife, from joy or sadness while my babies sleep. And the perfection of their faces remind me what kind of blessed I am to be a mother.
I believe we are given this gift of parenthood to share light, to pour into our babies all the good and to place them in the path of other hearts who would do the same.
"Oh, this is how it starts, lightning strikes the heart
It goes off like a gun, brighter than the sun
Oh, we could be the stars, falling from the sky
Shining how we want, brighter than the sun" ----Colbie Caillat
Being a parent is a miracle, perhaps the closest venture to perfection we will ever make, perhaps the closest to the sun we will ever be.