An ornery grin,
A wet kiss planted smack on my mouth,
All beautiful gifts after a day of chasing, picking up, and saying "no".
|Sweet little arms that are often wrapped around my neck.|
I am having to adjust to this new role. Being momma to 18 month old Baby Boy wears me out. We haven't had a toddler around the house for 10 years. I had my last baby when I was 28. Now I am 41. A couple nights I have been so tired I cried.
Baby Boy runs everywhere. After holding him my body feels like I've been in a wrestling match. He wiggles and does not hold still. When he's tired though, he lets me cuddle and rock him. That is a precious gift. Baby Boy takes a two hour nap and sleeps from 8 p.m. until 7 a.m. So God also blessed me with being able to get enough sleep.
God continues to sustain. Our children step in when I need them most. My husband is there to hold me and encourage me. Overall I am doing well. Inside I am at peace.
|The only time Baby Boy is not running is when he's sleeping.|
Beautiful sparkly eyes framed by soft spiral ringlets,
Sweet face pressed close to mine.
She whispers softly, "Guess what, momma? I love you."
A beautiful gift to carry me through this journey.