
Someone posted this on Facebook today.
It really resonates with me.
Some days are just hard.
My kids bicker with one another, maybe throw a punch or two.
They occasionally act like they have nothing to do,
though we have a home full of toys and books.
But the TRUTH is...
THEY ARE SUCH GOOD KIDS!
How in the world did I get so blessed!?
How in the world did I get so blessed!?
The good I see in them makes me realize I'm not doing it ALL wrong.
I'm getting a least a little bit of this parenting thing right.
Kenzie Jean, Karlie Ann and Griffin Bear
are the most amazing little accomplishments of my life.
Yes, it's a miracle they've even lived this long,
we've had our fair share of mishaps; falls off beds, down the stairs and trips to the ER.
But y'all. They're alive. They're happy. Today they're healthy.
They're running circles through the living room, kitchen and dinning room,
stopping briefly to listen to the little girl on the St. Jude commercial.
Compassionate little girls, ornery little boy, full of energy and love.
Yes. I'm going to concur, they're my greatest accomplishment!