Joshua brought me roses this week…

Yes, I love my boys.  Yes, they are so good to me.

Folks gawk when I tell them how many children I have…they see a number.  They don’t see the innumerable blessings.  Hugs, kisses, hearing “I love you” all day, watching them play, hearing them sing, having them write me little notes, and having them buy me flowers (and so many other things…).

This has been a tough season of life.  I think my children have been extra-special to me.  I’m not sure they will ever know how they have been the hands and feet of Christ for me.

Thank you, Joshua.   I love you.