Early Morning Blessings

I woke up shortly after six this morning to a happy little boy. The rooms upstairs were cool and fresh from the rain we received overnight. I pulled back the white bed sheet that was keeping me warm beneath the blowing fan and went across to the children's room. Camilla was still sound asleep. I quietly pulled her covers snug to her chin before scooping up my boy from the crib. I smooched his chubby little cheeks and carried him down the creaky old stairs for his morning bottle. We snuggled on the couch for a few minutes, played a game of peek and exchanged some more smooches. I loved laying beside him on the couch and looking into his blue eyes while he puckered up for another smooch. After each smooch he would let out a grunt of satisfaction, "Mhm!" I love it when he does that. Soon he got wiggly and it was time to let him roam the house. I went into the kitchen to start my day. The cool floor felt good on my bare feet. We had been melting just the day before and it was nice not to wake up sweaty for once. I started on the homemade syrup for breakfast and then whipped up a dozen banana muffins. While they were baking I put the wheat in the wheat grinder for bread. It turned out everyone wanted hot muffins for breakfast so I made up some smoothies to go with them. We devoured seven of the twelve muffins and the rest are still tempting me on the counter. After kissing Mr. Stannix good-bye I got out the bread bowl and made up some bread for the week. I thought I would take advantage of the cool house. When it was finally finished a few hours later and the timer went off a stampede of children, or rather two children stampeding, ran into my kitchen excited for fresh bread and butter for our mid morning snack. The four loaves came out perfect and finally resembled the loaves formed by the hands of my dear mother each week growing up.

I feel so blessed to be a mother. I love being at home with my children and learning more about each of them each day. Lately I've been feeling like every moment I have with them is so precious. I love kneeling at their level and getting hugs, smooches and cuddles. I love looking into their eyes and seeing the love that is there. I love listening to Camilla say morning prayers. I love smooching their soft little cheeks and gently touching their faces. I love feeling baby kick and roll inside of me, reminding me how special these sweet spirits are and that they come from Heavenly Father. I delight so much in the role that I've been given to make our house a home and nurture these little children within the safety of it's walls.