2004
2007

2009
Truly, I have need for nothing else.
Just BEING a mom is a gift. A precious gift. A gift that some long and strive for; a gift given and then all too quickly taken. An elusive gift, they are always chasing.
I have been given this gift three times now, and I don't take it for granted. Not one single bit.
My wonderful husband has recognized my motherhood each year with sweet gifts and tokens of appreciation.
But these faces. That greet me {early} each morning. They are my never-ending gift.
