And to listen to my little girl's voice and hear how wonderfully raspy it is. How she still mispronounces words. I don't have the heart to correct her...How occasionally she still runs like a toddler, with her arms pumping with determination all over her face.
And the rain boots! Can't get enough of her in rain boots!
And then there's the General....dimpled smile, giant blue eyes, with long lashes. A heart like a teddy bear. I love to just watch him build and create. He goes into a different world and his imagination takes off. I try to picture him as a grown man because he still has the toddler roundness to his arms and legs.
Finally, there's the baby, three years old and growing too fast for this mamma of 4, and him being the last. So ,I sit, and he takes my face between his still chubby fingers and plants one right on my lips, and I try to sear it into my memory.
So on days like today, where there is sharpie on the carpet, and on the walls, when the three year old has better things to do then pee in a potty, when the others have need to be separated for hours because they act like the divided Korean countries, and for some reason the house has seem to come alive and tears itself apart, I take in these things. I try to focus on the wonderful, individual ways that the Lord has made each of my children.
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