Blooming

My head and my heart are so full. Full of thoughts, dreams, aspirations, and happys. A cautious excitement as I experience a continuous blooming in my heart. My head swims with thoughts of little boys, hugs, cuddles, and being more considerate of their spiritual well being. Ministry opportunities; not wanting to push ahead with something if the time is not right, but not wanting to shrink away from something I am called to. Weekend plans, a party with family, prayers for Dave as he attends a men's conference with guys from church. Thankfulness for all that we have; a van that is fixed (hoping hoping!), and the means to go grocery shopping tonight to restock the house, freezer, and refrigerator. Wonderful friends to make apple pies with. And oh the tasty goodness of eating it! :) Thankful to have finally found an easy meal that my suddenly very picky boys will actually eat. Thankfulness for a husband who knows. He just knew that I was done last night. Done with being referee between squabbling boys. Done with the constancy of the days activities. Done with cleaning things which almost immediately became dirty again. Even though he had not had the easiest of days himself, he came home and was truly my knight in shining armor. He took charge of the house and boys, and encouraged me to indulge in a candle lit bubble bath. By the time I emerged from my bathroom refuge the boys were fed, changed into their jammies, and the dish washer was running. Wow. My heart is full of memories that I will tuck away to treasure. An almost two year old who defies the term 'terrible twos'. It could change between now and December 22nd, but I doubt it. :) His sweetness is an encouragement to my striving heart. When I tell him "no touch" to something, he usually just has to hear it once and he stays away. "Are you kidding me?" Was one of my first thoughts when I experienced this obedience from my youngest. That's not quite how his brothers have responded. :) When I am picking up toys Noe is right there helping me. When I am sad or tired he just seems to know. He crawls up on my lap and says "cudd-o (cuddle) mama, cudd-o mama!" And he nuzzles up against me. My strong willed and fiercely passionate Jay. My love for him mirrors his personality; this ardently energetic emotion which can so quickly become just that much frustration as well. :) His loud singing, his enthusiastic learning, his tickle spots and giggles - all to be treasured. My K. How does a mommy look at such a big boy, remember how he literally fit in the palm of her hand not so long ago, and not get teary eyed? How does a mama handle the frenzy of emotion which this child can demonstrate when all is not 'right' in his world and keep her patience? What a boy! It still causes me awe and wonder when I consider that I was chosen to be the mother of this miracle! A mighty privilege which I shall not take for granted. So today there may be plenty of thought matter which could write many a negative post, but I choose to focus on these sweet things in my life. Counting my blessings with you has become an exercise in worship between me and the one who has so generously given each one to me.