Hearts of palm

I am not talking about the food, (but I am really curious what it tastes like). What I am talking about is how my heart is walking around in the form of these 4 boys I am lucky enough to spend every day of my life with. The best husband in the world, and 3 of the sweetest boys I can ever imagine.

Last night, Ryan woke us up with a blood curdling scream... "Mommmmmmyyyyy!!!!!" Jake has much faster reflexes at 2:36 a.m., so he went into Ryan's room, and came back 5 minutes later. "He wants you. He is waiting for you".

I walked into Ryan's room and he was already almost out his door to come and get me... so we got back into his room and snuggled a while. I traced my finger across his chubby little face, his big baby blues met mine and I melted. Soon his little eye lids were drooping, drooping then closed. I stopped, and just sat there with his face melted into my hand. His cheek fit perfectly into my palm...the way his tiny head fit into my palm when he was a newborn.
I melted again. My heart was there...in the palm of my hand. I just sat there staring for a while, enjoying that moment where one of my little monsters was back to being innocent, peaceful, and q.u.i.e.t. I am lucky that my boys still like to snuggle, and I still get the random kiss blown to me at baseball and soccer. All the moms look at me and smile. Awww, that is so sweet. Yeah- I know, and I love it. They agreed to love me and hug me even when they are 16. And its these little unexpected kisses and snuggles that make me feel like a princess, the luckiest wife and mommy in the whole entire world. To the moon, and around the sun, all around every single star, back to earth and around every single tree, and back. To infinity. That is how lucky I am, and how much I love my little men, and the love of my life.