Number seven came to visit us tonight. It's his mommy's birthday and Daddy took her out to see a movie. Seven was happy for the first hour and then he decided it just might be time for Mommy to come back, so he decided to cry. And cry. He did not want his bottle. He did not want his binky. He only wanted Mommy. We tried showing him a video of daddy playing guitar and singing. It distracted him momentarily and then he remembered Mommy and cried a little more. After a while he got tired and took a nap on my lap. When he woke up Mommy had not yet returned and so he decided to cry a little bit more. He really loves his mommy and that is really a very good thing.
I am a work in the hands of the Master Potter. I pray that His fingerprints are all over me as I walk through this life. This is my journey. Thank you, Jesus, for not giving up on me.
I am mom to seven beautiful grown ups and grandma to ten beautiful grandchildren.