{ Motherly Reflections }

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It was a balmy glorified spring morning. The sky dappled with streaks of sunshine, as apple blossoms sprinkle down from on high , and lilac clusters perfume the air... I delight in the bright warmth on my face and in the little girl and little boy peels of laughter that call out to me from across the pure green lawn. As the man that I love,  scoops them up together in his strong but tender arms, he is the one who I share this journey, gift and these children with.  And I cannot fathom it being any other way. I smile, wide. I can't help myself , watching this girl and this boy who make me a Mama...and my heart fills up with an kind of intense gratitude, the kind that you can feel physically, like an weight or and ache in your chest.  And in that moment I felt acutely alive. Like Wilder says, “We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.” And in that moment if you'd asked me, does life get any better then this? I would have told you with deep sincerity...
" Right now, I could not be happier. Not even one little bit."