Lucky Mommy

I am one lucky woman. Blessed, actually. Once I thought I might not be a mother and now Lucky Mommy is my blogging name. People who saw me in the grocery stores with twin babies would always tell me, "You're such a lucky mommy." Let me give you a few reasons why I feel I am so lucky.

Michael. Michael wants to marry me when he grows up. He is funny and lives to make me laugh. He is loving, considerate and wants to do the right thing. He has an amazing imagination and builds complicated lego creations daily. His eyes look just like his dad's and he holds me tight when we dance together in the kitchen. He loves the hymns and his family. When he wakes up in the morning he closes his bedroom door without a sound so Sam won't wake up and tiptoes downstairs to start playing toys. Michael is curious. He asks me "why" questions all day long about things I have never pondered. Why do brakes stop the car? Why does the wind blow? Why are teenagers the same size as their moms and dads? Why do we poop? He is impatient with childhood and wants to be a man. He wants to have a farm but live with us at home. He will grow blueberries and chocolate on his farm and I can come cook for him. He has my sweet tooth. He worries about a lot of things, is very conscientious and hates violence and making mistakes.

Sam. Sam can talk the entire time he is awake unless there is food in his mouth. He once spent twenty minutes talking to his grandma on the phone. When he wakes up in the morning he throws his bedroom door open and runs down the hall into our room where he jumps into the easy chair and says, " I need breakfast!" Sam loves ritual. He has me sing "Rockabye Baby" and "Rockabye Sammy" every night. He likes to sing along with me to "I Know that My Savior Loves Me." He says a girl at preschool is in love with him because she likes to play with him. Sam is great at taking charge and plans out elaborate play-schemes with a character for everyone to be and a fun plot to act out. Sam is logical. He wants to go to work with his dad when he grows up. He also wants a farm (because they can't have an idea without the other one wanting to weigh in on the idea). He is sensitive to others' feelings and doesn't like for any one to be sad. He runs his fingers through my hair and kisses me on the lips. When I leave his room at night he calls out, "Wait! Mom, I love you." Sam hates feeling like I'm not listening to him.

Anna.
Anna smiles like this every time she sees us. It's straight out of the "How to Win Friends and Influence People" book. She is a cuddler and falls asleep without crying. She likes to feed herself sweet potato puffs and opens her mouth like a bird for her pureed vegetables and cereal. She prefers action figures and matchbox cars to baby toys which keeps us all on our toes but she enjoys her role of Princess Leia in our Star Wars games. (As the mother, I am naturally Padme. Sam is Anakin before turning to the dark side, and Michael is Luke Skywalker).

Anna lights up all of our lives. She can turn a stressful day into a party with one giggle.

Josh
Josh hates having pictures of him on my blog. I took this one in the apartment when he was home from a long business trip. His jacket on the back of a chair means all is well. He is home and we are all calmer and happier because he is there. Josh thinks of everyone's needs before his own. He practically ran this house while I was pregnant since bending over and lifting gave me contractions. Like Michael, he is very creative and conscientious. Like Sam, he is very observant of others' feelings. He plays dragon and horse and Star Wars (he's the Emperor) with the boys and smothers them in kisses. He teaches them about the way things work, why we should be reverent, and to say "This is the best food I've ever tasted!" to me at every meal. He is my best friend. The love of my life. Trite but true.
And he's handsome in his suit.
I had to throw that one in there.

As for me,
I don't look like I did in that picture anymore. Ha! But, nevertheless, I am one blessed woman.