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(Let's try this again...last week's post got eaten by my Blogger app, a kind reader had saved this post--Thank you, Mary!--and emailed it to me!) Last week, as we were winding down for bedtime, my two littlest kiddos were playing a rousing game of hide-and-seek...what? Doesn't everyone wind down with a wild game?
I called all the kiddos to come and pray and I made my way to the girls' bedroom, which is where we say our nighttime prayers. I knelt down, all alone at this point, and Baby Girl comes tearing into the room, barrels into the closet and becomes quiet as a church mouse (hide-and-seek, remember?) and one by one, the older four kiddos join me (the Mr. was away at a work conference). We say our prayers (I know, I know, I should've called Baby out of the closet but I was pooped and just ready for bedtime.. ..don't judge) and, like every night, we add in a few "extra" intentions that are heavy on our hearts. When the last person had said their "extra", this tiny, muffled voice pipes up from the depths of the closet, "I pray dat Verd gets to Heaven and dat daddy comes home safely and dat mommy is a good mama.", the laughter that bubbled up from inside me escaped from my lips and I saw 4 heads turn to look at the closet, then back at me and suddenly, all of us were laughing hysterically...including the muffled little voice from the closet. These are the moments that I hope are burned in my memory for a lifetime. Oh, how we laughed, and laughed...and laughed! And then we said "Amen"!
My hunka hunka burnin' love!! Mr. Wonderful is "Most Likely to be Voted Husband of the Year". Seriously...the guy's amazing. He has an amazing work ethic, treats me like a queen and cherishes his children. He knows how I like my coffee and rarely balks when I need some girl time. He is an amazing man...and I am one lucky woman to have him!
Our oldest child, the Pal is one amazing teenager. BUT, he is a teenager. Argumentative since birth, he has a tender side he doesn't like to show very often. He is one heckuva baseball player, and rumor has it that Joe Mauer has posters of The Pal in his room, not vice versa! ;)
This is my second born...my sensitive soul, mama's helper, tender hearted, sweet natured, sassy at times 10 year old. She lights up my life.
E-Dubya (or E.W.)
Our second son, this boy fiercely loves his mama, is tender hearted, has the most amazing infectious laugh, is a hard worker, and an even harder player!
Our "baby boy", Hambone is goofy, sometimes aloof, entirely his own person, and a miniature copy of his dad. He'd be happiest if we let him wear his rain boots 24/7.
Our babe, she is a force to be reckoned with! So unlike her brothers and sister, she is incredibly strong willed, independent, and stubborn. She loves to check the cows with daddy and loathes shopping with her mama. She will most likely be found with a dirty face and sticky hair...