Our kids need a break as much as we do.

My cold arrived the day before my husband and I got home from vacation. I had a hard time focusing and even listening to what anyone was saying. Two nights later, I needed to rest a little before taking on my kids so I laid on the couch...soon after, both kids were in their bedroom.

A giggle here...whispering there. It was enough to get me up and into the doorway. The sight was something I hope to remember forever. My son had tucked his baby sister into his bed with her blanket and his covers. He was next to her, covered up with his blanket and he was patting her back telling her what a good girl she is.

I smiled to myself, my chest getting tight like the typical overly emotional mom that I am and I quietly walked back to my resting place.

Ten minutes later, the giggling ended and there was silence coming from the bedroom. Once again, I got up and crept to the doorway. This time the two of them were sitting on the bed reading books. Nearly as priceless as the first scenario.

What I realized is that in those seven days we were gone, our two children had become even closer. My son took care of his sister and became her safety while they were visiting their grandparents. And the love they have for one another became more obvious than it's ever been before. I have never been so proud, or felt so lucky. (and I might be more easily persuaded to take another vacation sooner rather than later)