Have I ever said....

I love being your Mom? All of you really. You all impart to me a special piece, that without you I wouldn't be whole. But tonight I'm going to focus on the 4 little men in my life.
Coco, although you ruffle my feathers multiple times a day, it's your constant hugs that put them back at rest. Your gentle ways with your new baby brothers is enough to make me forget your last offense that had me biting back my anger and wondering what had gotten into you! Watching you help me rub down with lotion your baby brother after his bath tonight had me marveling how much you're growing up into a sweet young man.
Malacai, your name means "My (Jehovah's) Messenger who rejoices" and although I know one day you will be His messenger to many, today, you are His messenger to your Mama. You make me rejoice. Your eyes are a constant reminder of God's love, as they are so full of innocence and true joy. Tonight, I told you it was time for bed, and got busy doing something else. When I remembered your bed time, I couldn't find you, and called your name. You called out in your deep voice "I'm on bed Mom". And there you were, patiently waiting for me to change and dress you. As I helped you put on your pj bottoms, and your little but strong arms wrapped so tightly around my neck, and your lips found my cheek, I quickly blinked away the tears of the joy, rejoicing in your sweet, pure love.
And now the twins...well you are just pure refreshing cuddlebugs. A true gift from above. A miracle. One baby, whose destiny will be so great, God knew you needed not just a Father, Mother, sister or brother, but an identical brother, a DNA match, someone so close you'll be able to finish eachothers sentences. Which one you started out as will always be a mystery. You split into two blessings, separated by a miraculous membrane keeping you safe...
And yes you are the reason for my exhaustion, but for now I will look beyond the endless sleepless nights, and the continuous nursing, and enjoy every sweet sigh, all the adorable stretching, the heaviness of your perfect heads as they lay on my sholders. Your tiny toes, your fingers wrapped tightly around my finger, your milky breath, your baby scented hair, and your exhausting yawns, all the adorable newborn moments I will not rush, but cherish.
There is nothing in this world capable of making me want to be anything but your Mama, for that is my destiny, my joy. Everyone of you fills a place in my heart, and are the reason for the sigh of contentment as my day is done. Can you hear it?