Nightime Bliss

Last night I found myself in bed rather early. I think I just wanted the comfort of the pillows and sheets wrapped around me. I turned on the TV and waited for my two shadows to come join me, as I knew they would, because although Daddy is great and fun and exciting, momma is soft and cuddly.

There is something about me being in bed my kids can not resist.

It doesn't matter the hour. If I am lying down you can pretty much bet that they are going to find me and curl up beside me. And I love it!

Last night as I was lying there with a child wrapped protectively with each arm, me in the center, I whispered out into the night, "I love you". Of course, this was meant for both of them and of course, they both replied back, "I love you."

(I, of course, can not hear this enough. I am an addict.)

I then turned to Mr. B and said "I love you Mr. B" to which he replied, "I love you, momma". I then turned the other direction and said, "I love you, Miss L" to which she replied:

"I love you more and more".

To which I replied, "I love you more than you can ever imagine."

And then she said, "well, I love you all... the way to.... God."

And in my heart I know that this is an awful lot. And it is enough for me.