“Mommy, it’s fun loving Clare.”
Anna-Laura commenting on just how great it is to have a sister to love. Amen.
“Tommorow, you read me a book and pray with me. Got it, Mom?”
John Paul, on his way to bed last night.
“I don’t like you anymore.”
Will in response to my making him pick up his toys. I am a mean, mean Mom.
Clare-ese for “boo” as she poked her head around the office door to scare me. 18-month-olds crack me up, especially when they’re mine.
It will be a bittersweet weekend, full of highs and lows. Will has his first basketball game on Saturday, which I can hardly wait for…he just looks so handsome in that uniform. Later that day, we’ll attend little Rose’s burial. (what you don’t see is that I just paused for like 2 minutes, because I’m just at a loss) Is it possible to feel two things at once? Awe of the afterlife/Anger at reality? Peace as another angel flies home/Frustration that a Mom grieves so deeply? I suppose so. A wise friend recently told me that the rawness of loss never really goes away. We just learn that God still gives us life, thus, we live for Him.
Make it a great weekend all. I’ll get those happy Christmas pics up soon. They really do capture the joy we just experienced. Man, I love my kids. And my husband. And the 5 of you that read this 🙂