You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Growing
He is growing and I am glowing. Nothing like the love of a baby to make you appreciate life. It's unmitigated joy and they are completely innocent and dependant on you. He makes my heart sing and when I think of Lucas, I remember the same. I look at the big boy and I know that is the future. It's like I am watching my life in phases. It's quite wonderful. It really is.
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What a beautiful baby boy! You have such a flair for writing (even when discussing 24, ha), I'm glad you're taking it seriously, you're very good at it. No matter what life tosses at us, if you stay strong and let the good Lord guide you, you will make it through in wonderful stead. Enjoy your children and your husband, life is good.
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