I say this every year, but my word! how do I have a 7 and 4 year old? Each birthday that comes reminds me of what a privilege it is to be the mother of 3 great kids. And even though I am pretty sure they will need therapy from all the mistakes I am making, seeing them pass these milestones a bit more mature, becoming more and more who God made them to be, (and still cute), makes me think it might be possible that in spite of all my shortcomings, they will be able to enter the world on their own someday.
My favorite little 4 year old |
And my favorite 7 year old. His class hatched baby chicks and since it was his birthday, he was the first to be able to hold one. |
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