Whispered Words

The past two days were my two at home in my crazy work-full-time-in-the-office-in-only-three-days schedule. When Rory was brand new I was nervous about how these would go, would Jilli need me every time I sat down to feed her sister? Would I make it through the day without a major meltdown (either from the 2 year old or the 30 year old?) Now, we have settled into a beautiful, easy pattern. Some days we head out for a big adventure. Yesterday we ventured to the museum. Others we stick close to home. We crafted a tent in Jilli's room this morning and read books while hiding from monsters. I am so grateful for these days, made all the more precious by their limited numbers. But Thursday nights have their own magical glow. I nursed and rocked Rory whispering how much I love her. I laid down with Jilli and she touched my face and rubbed my back and whispered, "I love you Mommy." Those words from the one I rocked and whispered to just a short time ago.... there is nothing sweeter in the world.