Most days I love the whirlwind that follows behind where ever they go.
I love the adventure they can find in the shower. (Praise the Lord they haven't figured out how to turn it on.)
The goodies they leave me in the dirty laundry usually makes me smile.
The sheepish smile they get when I find cars, marbles, you name it, in my shoes.
Behold children are a gift of the LORD, the fruit of the womb is a reward.
~ Psalm 127:3
1174. The constant reminder of little boys.
1175. My home feeling full.
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