Blessings

That's what these little boys are.
I have always thought that each baby was an incredible blessing from God. A way to wrap me in hugs and shower me with smiles.
But this time I have two.
Two whose heads at birth fit easily in the palm of my hand, whose hands were no wider than my thumb.
Two who have grown and developed amazingly.
Two who make me smile as they s-t-r-e-t-c-h themselves awake in the morning.
Two who coo and smile at me when their bellies are full.
Two soft heads to kiss.
Two warm and wriggly bodies to cuddle.
I don't know what the future holds for them or for me, but while they are mine, they are my blessings.
I am not worthy; I can claim nothing for myself.
They are a gift.