It is a blessing to not get a good nights sleep…  To have little arms and tiny legs bump into you and dig under your back like some little night creature trying to find a cozy place to hide.  To get coughed on and sneezed on all night with the knowledge of the inevitable cold that will descend upon you.  Getting pooped on, puked on, cried at, yelled at cleaning up after and being worn out for is a complete blessing because they are mine and they are here.  They are here.  They are here.  Right now they are here… and they love and are loved.  I can be sure that they wont always be here and I can be sure they will always be loved.