Best Gift Ever

We are cloaked in the smell of gingerbread baking.  It is 4F outside and inside the fireplace is hot and glowing.  Out the window and across at the park, geese lay in rows like soldiers on a blanket of frozen white snow.  The sound of Theo's voice brings me back to the moment.  It's about the Rainbow Loom again.

"Mom, if you get me a Rainbow Loom for Christmas you will be my Queen."

Sully chimes in.

"THeo, Mom is NOT a queen.  She is our Mom."

Theo says.

"Sully, a queen is the highest form of a mom."

I listen and smile a mile wide inside.

Each night when I tuck them in to bed and kiss the tops of their heads I tell them that they are the best gift I've ever been given.  Nothing could be better.  Absolutely nothing.


Listening: Aimee Mann Holiday radio on Pandora
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  1. i love Aimee Mann! I love your wreath. 4 degrees? I still can't wrap my mind around that.
    (oh, and please pop over to my blog for a giveaway, sweet mama.)

  2. Oh. Heart all gooey over here. Xo