Why I love being a mother

Right now, probably for just a few more moments, my two amazing girls are sleeping angels- one in her race car bed with her hands folded sweetly under her cheek and the other bundled blissfully in her pink snow suit strapped into her carrier. This morning both girls achieved some fantastic milestones. Elizabeth pushed up on her arms giving me a big smile during tummy time. She's on her way to a whole new world of playing and crawling! Linda learned that she could figure out how to match the Disney princess numbers and counting flashcard with the number on it and the one with the word of the same number by counting the gems on the back of each card. "It's a match, Mommy!", she said to me as she paired the '4' and the 'four' card, "One, two, three, four." Absolutely brilliant for a two year-old. Now if I could just get Elizabeth to sleep laying down and Linda to poop on the toilet, I might be able to nominate myself for mother of the year. All potential awards aside, I'm so proud of my girls and I'm glad that amidst the myriad of trials and frustrations, I have a moment to revel in the wonder of my growing children.