
I thought about you all today (my fellow bloggers) as I cleaned the kitchen three times, refolded folded laundry, cleaned out dresser drawers that are still too full, ate too much, took a shower at 3 p.m., picked up toys again, stopped fights, listened to screams, refilled drinks for kids, wiped kids, bathed kids, dressed kids, spanked kids, chased kids, played with kids, home schooled kids, read to kids, thought about kids, breathed kids, dreamed of kids--you get the point.
I'm sure I was warned beforehand that becoming a parent is very hard. You don't sleep when you want, eat when you want, or even enjoy the things you want.
I think I just kind of laughed off those warnings.
But I know for a fact I was warned about the love I would feel for my kids. When I heard that warning (numerous times), I didn't really understand it. Now I do.
I seem to be wrapped around kids at this stage in my life, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Each child of mine has such a special place in my heart. Who would I be without them today? I can't even imagine.
So, as I tucked them in bed tonight, I cuddled with Isaac a little bit longer, I listened closely to Josiah's last thought, and I told Olivia how special she is to me and that I hope I can be a good example to her of a godly mother--because I love them all more than I could ever tell them.
I thought about you all, because I'm sure you all feel the same way, if you have kids. If you don't yet have kids, let this be a warning.




































