Yesterday I was not the mama I wanted to be. The day was challenging and long, my affections were less and my patience was gone.
I needed their forgiveness. I needed their grace.
His grace came this morning, His mercies followed.
Because deep in my heart, a song dwells. A love song for each one of them.
A burning love that will never be quenched.
I'm in love with the way her brain organizes and creates.
With her little hands that follow along her heart's desires.
I'm in love with her, her every move. The way she looks at me.
The way we waltz at night. She coos as I sing.
There's no place I'd rather be.
I laugh at her determined spirit, her new found love of the wagon. She pulls her sisters all over our fairy forest as they giggle and gaze.
I follow, heart soaked in love for this moment.
I love how she wants to keep up but knows it's just not time yet. But she'll happily settle for some sidewalk chalk and cuddles.
Just 'cuz outings.
I love going on her field trips. How she glances at me, just to make sure I see her but then carries on in her own little world.
No cows or pigs.
Just a funny little girl in her boots, hoping and wishing.
I am simply in love.
Grateful yesterday is gone.
Grateful for a new day.
Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed,
for His mercies never fail.
They are new every morning;
great is Your faithfulness.