A Love Note to My Kids

While I usually use the blog strictly to make jokes at Jill and Peter's expense :), tonight I'm going to break my own rules. I kissed Peter's warm head today, covered in new fuzzy hair, and I thought, "Ooooh, you're going to grow up and leave me! Will I remember what it felt like to hold you like this?"

Peter, I love your chubby arms and legs, your beautiful eyelashes, and broad toothless grin. When I pick you up to soothe you, you clutch my arms and bite my shoulder, yelling with baby rage. You are a shameless flirt, using slow blinks and cheeky smiles to lure us in.

Jill, I love your knobby bruise-covered knees, and the giant will and persona that are contained in such a tiny frame. You've got a great sense of humor. You make up songs and tell great jokes. I love to sing and dance with you and so often you tell me exactly what you want me to do, "No, Mummy. Yoooouu sing it!" I also love your sense of compassion. When you see anyone who is sad you tilt your head to the side and say, "She's sad. Her Daddy has to take care of her. I think she needs a tissue." You are a great pal and reward my fun ideas by smiling and placing your hands on my cheeks. I'm lucky to have this special time when almost all of your thoughts and observations are conveyed to me.

I thank God for putting these children in my care and I pray that on most days I will show them His love and grace. And I pray that I will one day be able to potty train them. I needed one little joke at Jill's expense to lighten the mood!