Confession: sometimes I get lost in the land of toddlers and forget my two little miracles I call my daughter and son.

I forget the years of growing up playing dolls wanting and dreaming to be a mommy.

I forget the years of trying to conceive.

I forget the 20+ hours of delivery.

I forget the delivery from H***. That would make most people not want to have a 2nd child.

I forget the joy for finally getting to hold my precious daughter for the first time, after what seems like forever.

I forget the heartache of losing multiple babies I never got to meet.

I forget the joy I felt when I found out I was expecting my precious little rainbow baby.

I forget the amazing opportunity that I get to stay at home with my precious little ones and see first hand all of the firsts and new things as they unfold every single day.

But then I take a quick look around at all of the art projects, pictures, toys, books and memories and remember how blessed I am and thank God for my amazing Miracle of a Family.