The Letters

Every Christmas I buy them an ornament as a symbol of their year and attach a letter to go with it.  Libby got a seal this year because she thinks that she has a pet seal(it's a long story).  Maggie got an Elsa because she pretends to be her all day, everyday.  I am Anna everyday.  You don't even want to know what happens if I break character. Cooper got a clock because I want him to know about the nights he and and I spent awake together this year.  When we pull the ornaments out each year and decorate the  tree I read the letters out loud and cry.  No one else listens to me when I read them now, but they will one day.  I hope one day they read them and know what a gift being their Mama is to me.  They need me now to make breakfast, and read books, they need me to wash faces and hands, and play games all sorts.  What they don't know is that I need them too.  I need their little frames crawling into my bed before the sun comes up.  I need their uncontrollable laughter at the end of a long day.  I need their tired heads asleep on my chest.   I need their breath on my face when I tuck them in at night.  Oh these precious children, what a gift they are to me.  God uses them to stretch and grow me in ways that I never knew I needed.  I learn through them things about myself I never knew before, and I see so clearly my desperate need for my Savior.  Yes, they are my gifts this year. 

I couldn't want anything more.

Grace and Peace

xoxo