Sleeping babes

Couldn't resist peeking in on my sweeties before retiring tonight, and am entirely overwhelmed, humbled, joyed to look at them in their beds.  There is a miniscule, yet fully unique and lovable little being lying there totally at peace in the middle of his giant crib.  He looks like a little marshmallow man in his footie pajamas and short arms and legs sticking out from his puffball belly.  Edible!!!  And Owen now in a big-boy bed making me catch my breath to consider that three years have just flown by in a big hurry.  Wasn't I just struggling to learn how to nurse and nap him a few breaths ago?  Now he tells me everyday about what he's going to do when he's a 'big daddy!'  To look at them asleep is such a gift...hard sometimes to find a moment quiet enough in the day to reflect on the incredible-ness of them, and nice to have all the time in the world to study them and love them while they sleep away.  The feeling must be familiar, but rather indescribable...sort of like the inner surge of spirit when a piece of music transports...a glimpse of the divine.  And I'm brought to my knees to consider this wholly undeserved privilege of being their mom.  Lord, hear our prayers for grace in our flawed parenting, and for wisdom, and for confidence while remembering that you love them even more than we do!