What I wouldn't trade
You know what I would not trade for the world?
Table time with my children
Sitting down to a bowl of hot oatmeal
Staring into their puffy (often crusty) morning eyes
Reading with them
Recounting dreams
Forecasting our today The seemingly endless potential for tangents and rabbit trails in our conversation
Feeling like the press secretary for life
The littliest inquirer asks,
"Mommy, does God have a body?"
"Mommy, why did your daddy die?"
The oldest blushes and whi