
Nobody told me that being a mama would do this to me--that I would understand God's unconditional love just a little bit more; that my children would have me in stitches one minute, frustrated the next; that at times this fierce love I have for them would wring my heart so and hurt like anything; that I would see Phil in their sweet little eyes and love him in a much deeper way; that I would pray more fervently; that during those sought after moments of peace and quiet, I would spend that time thinking about them, dreaming dreams for them, talking about them, and even shopping for them.

Jared, I love to watch you protect your little brother and sisters. I love how much you love Jesus and want to be "on His team."

Caleb, I love how you want to "suggle" with me all the time. I love making your stuffed animals talk to you at bedtime, and how you talk back to them as if they were your best friends.

Gracie, I love to hear you talk. I'm starting to understand your words now. I love to watch you color...how did you learn to hold pencils and crayons correctly?

Lily, I love your sweet, quiet spirit. I love to watch you walk around the house in your little play heels and hats. I love how you can stain every piece of clothing imaginable!