Three gifts found when bent down

1.  HUGS from my preschoolers.

2.  Bending down to stroke the heads of my children as I tuck them in at night.  Little Miss often grabs my arms and paralyzes me from getting off of my knees.  “Don’t leave, Momma.  You always rush.”  I stroke her curls again.  I kiss the soft forehead and pull the covers over her growing body.  I moan as I get off the floor smiling from the sweet exchange.

3.  Wee little buds peeking out of the early spring soil.

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