You know that feeling?

Not the feeling of discust when a runny nose gets swiped along your bare shoulder...

And, no. Not the feeling of sticky jelly and yogurt covered hands which always make it into hair...

Not the feeling of desperation you get when your child is sick and you pray for God to take away their illness and give it to you because you don't want them to be suffering...

Not the feeling of exhaustion when you hear your sick child start crying out at 3:00am and as you drag yourself out of bed wondering why in the world am I considering having another child? will these girls ever be well again?

I'm talking about the feeling you get when you go into your child's room and see you little lovie sitting up in bed. Sobbing.

When you pick her...and 'buddy' (blanket)...and 'munny' (bunny)...and 'bookd' (book) up all at once as requested, in an attempt to console and comfort.

When she wraps her little tiny, yet ever growing arms around your neck. And squeezes so hard you think you may never take another breath.

When your heart suddenly quadrouples in size in an instant.

And a smile spreads wide across your face.

And you realize that this child, your Lilly Girl, who's body used to fit in the palm of your hand, and now extends to your thighs, is still completely reliant on you for comfort, compassion, and love.

When you realize that you would deal with one million illnesses and even more sleepless nights just to spend another moment with this precious gift you call your child...

Those are the moments.

Moments when my heart is smiling and it takes all I have to keep from letting loose and yelling to Heaven my joy. My joy in being a mommy. The joy I have found in my children.

Those are the moments.