I really really love my life. My kids are little and a lot of days are ...well, hard. I don't always get a shower or get to eat on time. Shaving my legs is a once a week thing on a good week. Some days are filled with crying or fighting or both. Some days my kids are sick and that really makes life kind of miserable. I don't have a lot of free time. We can't be as involved in church as we want because, let's face it, having a 2 and a 3 year old means naps and early bedtimes and but plain'ol being BUSY at home. On some days I just get the clean laundry put away to realize that all the dirty hampers are full again. We don't get to travel much...and we rarely go out on dates. My house isn't often clean for more than 30 seconds at a time. And going to Barne's and Noble BY MYSELF makes me feel like a kid in a candy store.
But I wouldn't change one thing for even a second.
I treasure every moment of them being little. I was putting Phoenix down for his nap this morning and looking down into his sweet little face. Sometimes, in moments like this, waves of love and gratitude wash over me. I am so grateful that God chose me to be their mom. Yesterday Zadie picked me some red clover (you know, the raggedy little type of bouquet with all the roots hanging out below her clenched fist) and when she brought them to me she flung her arms around me and said "Mom..you're the best!" God chose me for them, and them for me... and I am so very grateful.
I bet God treasures the moments when we fling our arms around him and say "God...You're the best!!"
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