::every day::

every day.
every day starts at 5am...or 5:30 depending on how many times i hit snooze.
not long after i find myself nuzzled in my favorite corner of the couch. coffee next to me.
bible and journal open ready to be filled.
soon i hear wiggles and giggles from the boy.
often pitter-patter of four year old feet coming to snuggle.
she melts into my arms and tells me her dreams, eyes wide.
every day.
i get to be their mom every day.
i look for magic....and so do they.