More precious than diamonds my children are.
More beautiful than sunsets and roses and rainbows over mountains.
As unique as the finger prints that smear every surface they touch, thus blessing it.
The sound of their laughter rivals symphonies.
The sound of their gentle breath in peaceful sleep, is more reassuring than the locked doors.
The drama of their lives unfolding is more fascinating than any blockbuster or news headline.
And they love me. Even when I’ve told them off, confiscated every toy in sight, banned tv and raged at them. They still crawl into bed next to me, and wrap little arms around my neck, and kiss me with those overly wet lips.
They love me and trust me and that’s the gift.