What warms a mothers heart

Dear Sami and Jack,
One of the things I love to watch is the two of you playing together, laughing at one another, and loving each other.  It warms my heart to see you two interacting.  You are both still so small (3 and 1), yet it is obvious that you love each other very much.  Sami, you get excited when your little brother wakes up in the morning and from his nap.  You say, "baby boy's awake" and you run upstairs and go into his room and climb into his crib to be with him. Jack, you just have to be wherever your sister is. She generates a lot of excitement for you and you just don't want to miss out on anything. When you were about 13 months old you learned how to give kisses and when asked you would give your big sister several kisses in a row.
Tonight at bedtime, instead of rushing the two of you into your separate rooms, I allowed Jack to join Sami in her bed for a few minutes.  You wanted to be as close to Sami as you could and the two of you sat and sucked on your milk bottles together and enjoyed the display of stars and the moon on Sami's ceiling. What a delight to see the two of you enjoying one another's company.  I pray that the two of you develop a bond of love for each other that lasts your lifetimes.

In hindsight, I really should have gathered my emotions and taken 30 seconds to grab the camera for this memorable Sami episode  It had been a busy morning and I had just put both kids down for a nap, added the finishing touches to my roast beef sandwich and had plans to do a little relaxing during this rare time of peace and quite.  What's that I hear? Sounds like Sami hollaring upstairs...it sounds like she means business.  Probably just another dirty diaper (this had been the routine for the past five days in a row just after settling in for naptime).  I enter her room prepared for the knock-me-down, make-my-eyes-water, wave of stench.  But oh no, not this time. Something very different...there she was standing in her bed covered in diaper rash ointment from head to toe, looking like a little wild banshee.  She had emptied the entire container of thick white cream and had smeared it everywhere...on the sheets, pillow, blanket, window blinds...get the picture? And she just looked at me with wonder, like she had no idea why I had such a look of horror on my face. 

I think I'll laugh about this in a few days. Right now I just want to remain a tad bit bitter that my big plans of alone time were derailed and instead, I have a pile of additional laundry to deal with.  And not only that, but while I was dealing with the chaos upstairs, my husband ate my roast beef sandwich :(.