1. Be my child.
2. Be so lovable that I think I'll burst about 90% of the time.
3. Be almost grown up, say, oh, 13 and 16.
4. Help me decorate the Christmas tree.
5. Leave the room before I find the cardboard and Cheerio wreath, and the popsicle stick star, laden with glitter.
6. Be busy elsewhere in the house while I tear up and wonder how motherhood can move at the speed of light.
7. You're done. Mission accomplished.
4 comments:
Sigh.
:)
Isn't it by recognizing beauty, isn't it in the heart, that we recognize the presence of God's grace, and God's gifts?
His beauty is like the pillar of fire, that guides his people.
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*Tears* It does go so quickly. What a lovely fragment of your day to share with us.
*sniff!* Linking to your marvelous little post.
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