I am blessed

As I survey my nestlings, it occurs to me again how tremendously blessed I am to have the children I do.
I am blessed to have an 11 year old who still tells me almost everything, wants to be snuggly sometimes (well, sort of. He headbutts my hand to be petted or head butts my shoulder for a hug. What is it with boys acting like goats? Is it because they smell like them?), He is willing to balance church, friends, and family. (He'd like church better at noon though.)
I am blessed with an almost 10 year old who loves marching to his own drum...and wants a guitar to go with it. Or a piano. Please mom? He's dramatic, musical, sensitive, and smart. His world is black and white with big splashes of color showing up when least expected. He's my high stakes kid. Everything with him is go big or go home.
Then there's my happy boy. Always bouncing, always smiling, kind of like the Wal-mart logo. He's not particularly organized, but very smart. He excels in reading, spelling, and math when he cares...but a lot of times that butterfly outside the window is just sooo much more interesting. A bit of dreamer, the world just kind of rolls off his shoulders. Content with where he's at and who he is, to him living IS the dream...and if he could just live on a football field, that would be even better.
Then there's my girly-girl with steel cleats. Always the queen bee, big smiles and calculating sparkles...ideas bigger than life itself and of course SHE can do it the best. Can't wait to see how this one unfolds.
Then we have babies. Well, at 2 & 4 maybe babies isn't the right term...
A little mommy in the making, always caring for her babies and wanting to cook and clean, with tom-boy toughness once she gets outdoors and her sidekick, the mischief minion. Smart, determined, adorable for survival's sake, our family baby boy is something else.
Mix them all together and you have a house that's never bored and grateful to still be standing. Plenty of pictures, quips and blog fodder. Memories that will hopefully last a lifetime in love and not on some therapists couch.