Last night as Wyatt and I enjoyed our nightly ritual of rocking together until he falls asleep, I was reminded of times when I had my first child, Bella. She will be nine in 2 weeks. I remember laying in bed and watching her all night sometimes. Initially it started from a fear of her stopping breathing. When she was a baby, we lived far into the woods. The moonlight would do so much there because it had so many filters with all the trees. I would watch Bella as the moonlight would come through the window and how it would cast light onto her face. I remember thinking how amazing it was to be her mother and how beautiful she was even with just moonlight on her face. Now I find myself holding Wyatt and rocking him at night. I LOVE this boy's feet! They are so soft and sweet. My husband and I both have a habit of massaging and stretching his feet while he sleeps so the paralysis doesn't tighten his feet. I guess some would say his feet are imperfect from the spina bifida. I do not! Those are the feet that God blessed us with in so many ways. I am so thankful for my children and the lessons I learn from them daily. We are quickly approaching Wyatt and Bella's birthday so I guess that is why I am so sappy! HA I think it is about time for birth stories!