{"I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day." ~Vincent Van Gogh}

Night fell, and just for a moment, time stood still.

The steady breathing of my children surrounds me, I dare not move, not just for fear of waking them, but because moving would mean that I would no longer be able to soak up the sweet newness of their skin, or feel their warm bodies up against mine. One day, all to soon, I'll lay here with my hand resting on the cool empty space's left behind by my children, and I'll drift back to the days when my milk stained sheets held the sweet smell of a newborn...Where every breath they exhaled, I breathed in, and every whimper they made was answered by my hand gently placed upon their back, as I whispered "it's ok, mama's here", gently in their ear. It's now, right here, in this moment, thrown smack in the midst of the "everyday" life of a mom, that I'm reminded that there is no place on earth I'd rather be, than right here, surrounded by innocence and love.