Every night I nurse two babies to sleep on my lap. Then every night I lift a baby to each shoulder and carry them upstairs to bed. Every night I look as those sweet dreamy faces and wonder how many more nights I'll have the strength to carry them together. I know the time is coming nearer. Tears in my throat, I've whispered this confession to my husband. He offers to carry one upstairs for me. But I am not ready. Not ready to close this chapter. Not ready to give it up. I look down on this precious double blessing and smile. Tonight I will. This night I still can.

Peacefully BuZzInG!
Misty