A Grateful Heart

Last night I was humbled and thankful as I sat awake in the wee hours of the morning rocking Baby Sister who, despite ten days of amoxicillan, has not been able to shake pesky ear infections. I did not long for sleep and the comfort and warmth of my own bed. Instead I cuddled Baby Sister, listened to the steady rhythm of her breathing, felt her warm breath on my neck, inhaled the sweet smell of her clean hair and prayed for the Haitian mother(s) thousands of miles away who hopes for the best but fears the worst and desperately longs to hold her child, not knowing whether they are clinging to life trapped beneath a pile of rubble or worse. I cannot even bear to imagine her agony.
I was so grateful to know that no matter how many hours of sleep I got, that in the morning I would get to see this - my two sweeties with more than enough food on their plates, healthy, happy and without a care in the world. (We just switched Baby Sister over from her high chair to a booster seat and she LOVES being able to sit at the table with the Girl.)