Sometimes I look at you when you are sitting still next to each other,
and I wonder…
I wonder, how am I your mom? And how are you my children?
How are you both so unbelievably beautiful?
I wonder what on earth I am doing with you both some days…
If I am the right mama for you…
If I am up for this big gig.
But then my heart swells with love and I move on through my insecurities.
And I am thankful.
Two precious, God-breathed souls.
My cup overflows.