Happy Birthday Babies!

Ok, so maybe my babies are no longer my babies. In fact I am pretty sure that the third birthday is as good a marker as any to STOP calling them my babies. To me they will always be my perfect little miracle babies.



They give my life a true purpose.



They fill up the quiet, boring moments.



They taught me how to laugh out loud again.



They have taught me it is okay to dance in the kitchen... even if people are watching.



I have learned to see Christmas, summer vacation, Halloween through the eyes and spirit of a child.



They remind me every day what it is like to be truly loved.



They never judge.



They never hold a grudge.



They think my voice is beautiful, despite the fact that I am tone deaf.



They laugh at all my jokes.



They sit through all my stories.



They inspire me to do more and be more.



They make me realize how little I have it all figured out.



They teach me something new every day.



We are better as a family than we are as individuals.



God knew what He was doing when he made me their mother.



I never thought it would be them who have changed me so much.



I watch them overcome obstacles and I marvel at their endurance.



They are nothing short of miraculous.



Their smiles...



Their laughs...



Their hands in mine...



Their giggles when they think no one is listening...



Their beautiful made up language...



They have their own world that I am allowed to visit.



They are like my own personal sherpas through life.



We are an amazing team.



They are an amazing team.



They are amazing individuals.



They never give up.



They are an essay in strength.



They are pure joy.



I am in awe of them.



They are my perfect miracles.



I am so lucky to have them.



They are my perfection.