Tonight, I snuggled with Reni as he fell asleep with his feet tucked under my legs, cuddling his bear, monkey, and puppy, and squealing as I said my usual, "mama loves Reni!" bed time mantra.
Then I snuck out of his bed and carried a very energetic (read: overtired) Anika on my back, into her room, where we climbed into her new doll house bunk bed together and I watched her fall asleep as she cuddled Rosita, Mr. Frog, and Alice (her new Rosita-sized stuffed cat) while pinching my arm and snoring lightly.
Watching those two tonight -- and this afternoon at a friend's Thanksgiving feast as they played dress-up and colored on the easel (Anika drew the number 8) and escaped outside through the doggie door (Reni) and built lego towers and played hide and seek and ate only Ritz crackers for dinner -- I am filled with a feeling of gratefulness that is impossible to describe.
We miss our Wisconsin and our Venezuelan family, but today was a day for feeling very much at home in our own crazy, silly, lazy, wonderful way.
Now I am drinking more Emergen-C to fend off a cold while Armando is passed out in a red enchilada coma on the couch. Couldn't ask for more. Well, I could, but I won't, because sometimes you've just gotta be thankful for the sugar and the lemons that life gives you.
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