Reflecting

Sitting in the rocker, in the wee hours of the night, two babies snuggled in my arms.  Their legs tangled together on my lap, little hands resting on my breasts, small mouths drinking in the milk that was made just for them, by MY body.  I think to myself, "At this moment, they are all mine."  

I am blessed.  Despite the exhaustion, the stress, the list of things left undone.