I miss my babies.

I miss seeing Hunter first thing in the morning watching "Ghost Diaries".

I miss Wyatt's sweet words to me. A couple of days ago he was describing his Candy Land world. In the center of town would be a giant mountain made up of Oatmeal Cookie Frozen Yogurt with my picture and the word "mom" above it.

I miss Savanna trying to act like a teenager. She has her valley girl lingo down pretty well; with a twist of a lisp.

I love when they call me. Savanna is always the first to talk. Every conversation is ended with "i love you mama".

Wyatt is the worst on the phone. When its his turn to talk he just sits there. He doesn't even start the conversation with a greeting. I can tell he's there by the breathing.

Hunter is always the most talkative. Fills me in and lets me know what Wyatt has done wrong that day and why punching him in the face was warranted.

I'm so lucky to be their mom.