The other day Daniel looked at me with a rather serious expression for a three year old. He asked, "Mommy, we are poor, aren't we," and after the third time, I realized this was truly concerning him. Perhaps having to choose only one of the coveted cartons of ice cream because "we didn't want to spend too much money on treats," had left a more lasting impression than mint chocolate chip ever had before. What ever had caused his anxieties, I thought Mother's Day a good opportunity to recount all the blessings that through the years have kept poverty at bay, and filling our sacrifices with sweet joy.

To watch 1 wonderful big brother delight in each new sibling,

To know
2 sisters, who will share, along with their bed, a bond for life,

To enjoy a
3 year old who could make anyone laugh,

To be kissed each day, by
4 little angels,

To have the care of 5 Immortal Souls entrusted to us,
and, to only have to wait 6 months to share this new life with the world,
(SURPRISE!)

To enjoy a Saturday morning bed soon to be filled with
7 cuddly bodies,

And to welcome a baby with
8 little arms eager to embrace it,
This is true wealth.
So yesterday, when Daniel looked at me and with amazement said, "wow Mommy, we really are rich!"

I had to agree; we are far richer than I ever thought possible when
9 years ago the man I love asked me to share his life with him.

We hope all the mothers reading this have come to know all the blessings we have known each time our Lord has given us another set of
10 little toes.
Happy Mother's Day!