While I did awaken this morning to a wild, too-early-of-a-riser small child who had pooped in her underwear {again. And, yes, this is the same child who cried and cried way too late last night because she doesn't want blue walls in her bedroom anymore. Wipe it off, Mama! Me NEEDS purple walls!} . . . Followed by her brother having a waffle crisis at breakfast not long after her other brother RIPPED DOWN the new room darkening shades from the window of her room. And, by the grace of God, I did not lose my mind. After all, today is a Tuesday ... and we all know my track records with Tuesdays.
And, tonight ... Tonight ended in the sweetest of ways. When I went to kiss Hudson before bed, he gave me a huge hug and said: "Mama, my heart feels happy when I think of you." And then he smothered me in kisses.
Oh Lord, please let me never forget the sweetness of this!
Be still my heart! I love this boy!
