Kids

Can it really be said too often that kids are wonderful? Is wonderful even a good enough word?

Had a tough evening with mine the other day. The two older boys running around damaging the house and the baby sister and giving ugly faces when disciplined. Once they were corralled and quietly drifting off to sleep, baby sister refused to be content with her new sippy cup and ran around screaming while I tried to get in some evening news.

When she finally tuckered out, I placed her next to me in my arms and as she fell asleep, she turned to me, looked me straight in the eye and softly babbled her love for me while gently playing with my face. The overwhelming love, forgiveness and peace such moments bring convinces me that there is such thing as magic. It's called kids and they are called miracles.