Saturday, April 2, 2011
Post Nubia Sol
One by one, our children were awakened this morning by the early April sunshine. One by one, they opened our door and crept into our bed, each in a favourite spot, nestling their cold feet against our legs and snuggling into the safe haven of their parents' embrace.
I thought of this motto, and of all your kind words, and felt blessed in spite of the trying week we had.
When my husband and I reach our golden years, we will remember not the trials and stresses of day to day life as parents of small children.
We will instead smile fondly at the memory of the sound of their small feet crossing the hall, the tentative peek through the door, the run and the leap into the warm nest of our bed, and the knowledge that this, this little family, is all we really need.