All tagged #littlepiecesofchildhood
She carries her children’s joy and sorrow. She carries their goodness and pain. And every night she casts ALL the things she’s carrying off to Jesus as she prays over her children’s souls.
It might look a little different now, but your boy will always need you in so many ways!
This was the Last Game. I tried hard not to clamp my fist around this realization. I tried hard to store it all away.
Let’s cherish the gift of watching our precious babies grow into EXACTLY who they are meant to be.
I am teaching my children how to love and be loved…and so are you!!
Christmas is CUMULATIVE!!!! It all adds up!!! MOMS, WE DON’T HAVE TO DO IT ALL EVERY YEAR!!!!
Days filled with grocery store trips and basketball games. Sprinklers in the backyard and family hikes. School activities and tiny hugs. Sibling squabbles and quiet moments reading books before bed. I know without a doubt I’ll miss these crazy, busy, messy, lovely, growing-up days.
You’re so squished right smack in the middle of five kids. But then I watch you for a while, And I realize God put you exactly where you are for a reason.
She follows me everywhere I go. She wants to be by my side for every single minute of every single day. Forever.
When someone is sad, don’t try to fix it. Or rush it. Don’t gloss over it. Or pretend it away.
I want you to know it isn’t often this way. We aren’t that sweet of a family. Please don’t think we’re over here making sweet fuzzy memories every moment of this weird and difficult time.
THIS messy, chaotic, lovely little life right before your eyes is filled with the most beautiful ordinary moments exactly as it is…and it’s breathtaking.
Do we remember to DELIGHT in our children???
For I know one day very soon, my teenager will be gone. And my baby will walk through the door a grown man. Still the love of my life. What a gift! I never knew this kind of LOVE existed.
I’m reminded why year after year we drag out the boxes and put out all the stuff and vacuum those little green artificial needles and dust the mantel (for once) and hang all their little stockings in a row.
I don't have a baby anymore...and, suddenly, for the first time it's okay because I know I will NEVER FORGET.
One of my main jobs as a parent is helping my children GROW UP.
