Last night, we had our best parenting/family moment so far. It was one of those moments that make you understand why people have 17 children.

Noah was sitting on my lap in the rocking chair, and Jill was sitting next to us on the floor. We’d just finished reading More More More, Said the Baby, and it seemed like he was getting sleepy.

“Mommy!” Noah said to Jill.

“Yes, Noah,” Jill answered, moving closer.

“Mommy!” Noah said to me.

“Yes, Noah,” I answered.

“Two Mommies!” beamed Noah. Then he threw one arm around my neck and leaned the rest of his body towards Jill, reaching for her with his other arm. He gave us both a sweet hug and announced, “Kisses, Mommy!”

Of course we covered him with kisses. Noah kept hugging, so we added in some “I love you!” which he enthusiastically repeated.

In the mean time, we stared at each other, both almost overcome by the deliciousness of the moment.

Something to be grateful for, indeed. And wish us luck, because this morning I drive up to the inconvenient RE’s office to try to get pregnant with another one. :)