These two faces light up our whole world. No longer are they the version of the red-wrinkled preemie faces that we fell in love with in NICU. Or the faces of infancy and babyhood when they were covered with rolls and kissable cheeks (they do still have those). These are now the faces of my KIDS -- my kids who are getting ready to start preschool next month My kids who tell me hilarious stories (Lukey told me a long story this afternoon about riding his bike to his barn to check on his dinosaurs and make sure they had enough eggs to eat! What?! Love his imagination). Amelia's face is the one that lights up when I come home because right now she and I are very close and she can't wait to do the hokey pokey together and twirl in our skirts and clean the floors (the girl LOVES helping me with household chores. Like more than any toddler I've known. She asks at least a dozen times a day to "Fold my laundry please!" Which entails shuffling her big girl underwear - which she's very proud of - from one laundry bin the to next and then back again!) These are the faces that I carry with me every day, all day long. The faces that I pray for and hope for and love so much it hurts. These are the faces of the kids that have challenged and grown and changed me in painful ways. The ones that make me realize my short-comings and impatience and desire for perfection all too often. These are the faces that I will apologize to millions of times throughout their childhood. The faces that I will live out GRACE with in our home. The faces that were known and loved by their Maker before I knew of them. The faces I will love to the moon and back.
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