Sunday, January 22, 2006

Kids Play

There are about 100 times in my day that I'm certain I'm doing a terrible job.  Someone takes a toy,.someone yells, cries, screams, or shouts.  Someone has a meltdown.  Sometimes it's me.  But then I turn around and Reagan is giving Piper a piggy-back ride, and running after Bridget who is half laughing, half squealing in delight, and everyone falls into a laughing heap on the floor where I tickle them mercilessly, and they all say Grace before their lunch and thank God for their family.

Then I think we're doing alright.

I can honestly say, there's no more amazing job in the world than watching these kids grow up.  I only hope they know how much I love them.

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