This morning, our church prayed over our babies, sweet, precious prayers that brought tears to my eyes. Then we gathered on our front porch, with tiny pumpkins down the table and platters of chocolate chips cookies and teacups of hot coffee while Kit and her cousin and Annie played, and Henry and and the even tinier baby cousin slept. I sat at the end of the table, barefoot in my church dress with my apron on, and thought how very blessed, how truly, truly blessed I have been by my babies, by my husband, by his family, and of course by mine. How blessed I am to serve them supper on my front porch, to watch my babies love them and laugh with them and reach for them when they leave. What a beautiful gift today was, so emblematic of so many days of my life. My babies I love so dearly, given to me by the Lord. Praise God.