One day, these three will be everything except little.

So in this everyday mom madness, I am holding on to their little. I want to listen to what they are saying. "When I am seven, my name will be Heshee." I want to sing just one more bedtime song. I want to find his first ticklish spot. That one that makes him giggle and squirm and squeal. Oh, that squeal.
As a mom, I have a constant battle between utter excitement and sheer fear for the days to come. I hold out hope that they are being held by Someone much more incredible than this fallible momma.
Amen and amen.
tears and amen!
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