These Magic Moments

Heart shaped pizzas for my sweethearts.

Opening goodie bags and cards.
So happy for some candy.
Poor dolly was sick with a terrible cold all weekend. Stryder and dad had it too.
The view from Jayla's side where she sat on the top bunk across the room reading us a story.
Our view of her. Pure loveliness.
He is amazingly fun these days.
Building model cars last night with dad.

The finished product.

Enjoying the kids immensely right now. My babies. At certain times more than others I suddenly become painfully aware of them slipping through my fingers. Simultaneously, I feel exquisitely torn between sorrow and bliss, all at once, leaving me in a heap of oozing emotion, hugging them and squeezing tightly, hoping if I hold on it might slow this all down. They're growing up, getting so big. Overnight they seem to change. Their faces, they look different to me, thinner, older. Trying to soak up the hours, the minutes, the priceless moments with them. I don't want to blink. This won't last. At the end of each day I can honestly say, there is no place else I would rather be.
Thank you God for Jayla. Thank you God for Onyx. Thank you God for Tyden. Thank you God for Stryder. Thank you God for Clover. Thank you God for Bobby.
Thank you for this opportunity and the treasure of precious time with them.
Let me make the most of it.