A Poem for my Children

I'm looking at my babies who aren't babies anymore. I glance at each one and tally the score. Am I doing enough? Am I pouring in? Did the loss that we took actually equal a win? 

The past year was absolutely full of ups and downs. I struggled myself to not ultimately drown. I pulled myself up for the ones that I love and found in the process I was always enough. I learned once again to love me the most, so that love could pour out leaving them fully dosed. I've watched us hurt and watched us grow. I'm seeing the fruit of the seeds that I sow. 

As we press on into the next chapter, I will always pursue a home full of laughter. May they always know how much they are loved... that they're cherished, adored, the greatest gift from above.