These kids. Aside from the joy of my salvation, they are my everything.
Tonight I just snuggled with my oldest for almost an hour while my husband read to our baby. The Rock Star replayed our Israel trip to me in full detail. All the way down to what we were eating on certain days. My arms were wrapped around his long, lanky torso. He drew pictures for me in the air of what everything looked like.
These boys, these children I wondered if I would ever have, they mean the world to me.