Believe

I have never believed God more... parenting will do that. Open my eyes. Expand my heart. Sting my soul. I have never loved so purely in my life...children will do that.

Words to describe what Hunter and Charlie mean to me would sound fluffy, dramatic, obnoxious.

God's words to me fall afresh on open ears. I grasp better His vast love for me because I can't lasso mine for my own children. I believe that He "rejoices over me with singing" even though I am far from deserving. I believe that God knows "the number of hairs on my head" because He actually cares. I believe that "many are the thoughts" God has about me. I believe that God isn't after my performance but a relationship with me. I believe He often longs for me to just look at Him. I believe that all my tears are accounted for by Him. I believe.

A few pics from our picnic with the boys...and Drake was a little in the way...

Bedtime Prayer

"Jesus come to my mommy. come to my daddy. come to baby charlie. come to drake."

-Hunter

8 Months Today!

The word Chris used to describe Charlie at his baby dedication was delight. What a great word for my Charlie.  He has been just that to us! 

I guess Charlie wanted to get things going before his big 8 MONTHs came because last week he officially started to crawl, eat table food, and had his 5th tooth come in! 

Prayer

I stopped at a red light, hands in lap and head bowed before my steering wheel... only to check my email on my phone...

Hunter asked "you praying mommy?"

A sweet reminder of where my heart and thoughts should be--on "things above."

Charlie's Baby Dedication

We dedicated Charlie to being raised among believers and to teach him God's ways. Chris and I feel fortunate to teach our little boys to love the Lord. Chris' family came to Cincinnati to see the dedication. What a special time for our family!

"The Sky"

So, I took dinner to a friend who had a baby. I left the boys in the car with the windows down. I came back to Hunter laughing really hard. I looked through the window assuming someone was talking to him. No one was there. I walked around the car and peered in at Charlie...he was smiling at Hunter around his car seat. When I got in the car, I asked Hunter who he was talking to and he said "baby Charlie."

I said "Was something funny?"

He replied "the sky."

Yesterday, Hunter sat on Charlie's head. I told him to keep his body to himself. A few minutes later I heard Hunter laughing. Knowingly, I go back to see what was not-so-funny: Hunter trying to push Charlie over with a spatula (but he wasn't "touching" him). Charlie was even laughing.

I am thankful they have each other. Humor and laughter between my 2-year-old and 7-month-old that I obviously don't get. I love it.