Blessings

As I was rocking Joey to sleep tonight, I looked down at him and I think to myself: what a blessing. There is something about watching babies sleep. They are so innocent and pure. I often wonder what is going on in that little head of his (well actually he has a big head - in the top 96% of kids his age). What does he think about? Does he realize how long I am gone during the day? Does he miss me? Some days at work the end can't come soon enough, just so I can get home and see my two boys looking at me and smiling and Jesse going, "Mama". I love being a mom - what a blessing the Lord has given me.