Every night when all eyes are closed and the only sounds I hear are the soft snores of four of the sweetest blessings,
I wander through the house 'doing the mama round'.
I rearrange quilts, move over dogs who hog beds,
push hair out of faces, kiss pale cheeks,
whisper words of love and encouragement, and sometimes even ask forgiveness for
mama-failings through the day,
all the while knowing that this privilege is a great one.
It's a joy and a gift.
Not to be taken for granted.
But instead to be savoured.
So I do.