A week or so ago, I woke up to the sound of cute little voices down the hall. When I finally dragged myself out of bed to go investigate, I found both my children snuggled in Maya's bed reading a book. Maya was reading as many words as she could and Sam was pointing out interesting things in the pictures.
I always love my children, but at that moment there was so much mama goodness bubbling up from inside of me that I thought I would burst.
Maya reading Richard Scarry to Sam.
Two fantastically wonderful kids. What mama would ask for more?