How Lucky are we?

I sit here watching my two breath-takingly beautiful babies in the bathtub.
It's not every night that they get to have bubbles in the bathtub. Sometimes we run out, others I just overlook it as I hurriedly rush through the nighttime ritual.

The kids smiled as I swashed the water this way and that to maximize the bubble-making potential and talked about how great the bubbles smelled.
They started to give themselves bubble beards, outrageous bubble hair-dos, and so on.
Then I washed their hair and they giggled as I accidentally tickled them while rinsing their shampoo out.

After that, they began to play with one another and their bath toys. Happily, without bickering - a notable rarity in our home right now.

I guess I was feeling a little hogwild and I brought their toothbrushes to the bathtub, with paste and all and handed them their toothbrush. We usually do that at the sink after bathtime. Yes, I know. I'm totally living on the edge...

Jaron looked at Avery and said, "How lucky are we?"

Indeed.

I am so looking forward to nibbling on their "raisin" fingers and toes after they get out.
Ooooo and smelling their soft, freshly bathed baby smell while trying to ignore their obvious knobby knees and bumpy backs that would beg to differ with my previous 'baby' description. Combing Avery's curls and rubbing them down with lotion. Praying and singing and reading books during this, our last week of summer.

How lucky are we?

Very, very lucky.