Your goodness to us.
Give us, O Lord, grateful
hearts, which do not waste
Grape jelly smile smeared across chubby cheeks.
Time. Breathing life together.
The sound of Brian’s voice reading to our children.
Bathtub rings. Remnants of fun-filled days.
Growth. Tossing the wigs to wear my very short hair.
Music filling the walls of our home with its thousand harmonies.
Stumblings as Asher reads on his very own.
Learning from my mistakes. So many lessons.
Early morning snuggles and sweet kisses from my little one.
Progressive dinners. Fellowship for hours with friends old and new.
Tiny voice singing herself to sleep each afternoon.
Paint-stained fingers. Working on projects.
Fresh fruits and veggies from the local stand.
Dancing. Whirling through the kitchen with my children. Falling down in violent laughter.
Phone calls. Connecting with far away friends. Sharing life together the best we can.
Folding laundry. Remembering what my little ones were doing when last they wore the clothes in my hands.
The way my baby’s head fits perfectly under my chin as if God designed that special nook precisely for her.
Swim lessons. The excitement of learning new things every day.
“Jesus died on the cross for ME!”
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