Even though..

I tire of the endless laundry.


(And yes, I know, a family of four doesn't generate THAT MUCH compared to most.)

I somehow manage to puncture my foot on Thomas or one of his cronies every dang day.



I read the same paragraph in a book twenty three times in a row before I actually have the uninterupted moment to finish one page, let alone whole book.


I can't escape a day without having my head butted, nose bashed, eye poked or foot stomped on

by an over-zealous toddler


or a well-meaning, albeit rambunctious, preschooler.



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I still remind myself to never take for granted these two perfect Little People, their dad and the life God gave us.