so lucky this is my life

I get this.. allllllll day.
blessed by laughs, giggles, kisses, meltdowns, thristy's, hungry's, hugs, muddy shoes, dirty feet, squeezes, "Mama read me this book" blessings ALLL DAY.

this is the life.

WHY I JUMP..

I don't know when we stop jumping.
In puddles, for joy, in the grass, on the hopscotch...

I don't know when we stop skipping.
to my lou, down the street, holding hands.

I don't know when and I don't know why. These things are a little harder on my knees now then they were back then but they are so worth while. We need to do it more. more often.

Jump. ...... go on. Do IT! and feel the joy!

JUMP. FOR. JOY.

We only live ONCE.

heart so full.

I cannot give God enough praise for what has happened over this last week.

I can't imagine it gets ANY better than this. God is moving everywhere! EVERY.WHERE.

I know I'm gonna struggle in this post. Struggle to get the words out to really describe how blessed I feel. right now the only thing that comes to my mind is ...

MY.CUP.RUNNETH. **WAY**. OVER.

I have been keeping ... sort of a personal journal of the blessings and prayers since I've started a 40 day fast with my, home church, Crossroads.

But this is one...THIS blessing... I've decided HAD to be let out of the vault.

THE END & A LITTLE OF THE BEGINNING <3 ....

LOVE cubed.

I was able to fall in love more than once. I can tell you the time I fell in love with my then boyfriend, now husband... and each time when I laid eyes on my babies when they were born.
I am thankful for each awesomely beautiful child I have, they are all creative, neat, funny, smart, compassionate, loving, generous, elbow ribbing pieces of me. So fearfully and wonderfully made.
But I'm gonna go on about my little man for a minute... or two. Cause he's my baby. They are all my babies.. but he's my *BABY* baby. The last one...and I kinda get way sentimental about that.
He is so full of life. So loving. His little chubby hands, bitten finger nails, scratched up arms from eczema. I crave the moments he shouts out "Mom, I love you so much." The 3 year old boy he is is undeniable. Unmistakable. He's thrown rocks, climbed sinks, played in water when he wasn't supposed to, has eaten two extra cupcakes past his limit, screamed out at an octave only dogs should be able to hear, melted down... like way WAY down, pulled his sisters hair, sometimes doesn't share, but at the end of his crazy fun filled mishevious day I get to hug him up, cuddle him, stroke the side of his head when he lays his head on my lap, put my ear to his sleeping body and listen to his tiny beating heart... I'm the one that gets slammed into when he hits like a mini mac truck when he runs into my arms, or jumps from his highest place and the tallest tower. He shows me so much love... and what's important

I have to be honest... for a while and even a bit now .. when I attend church I have a bit of a hard time getting him to let go and stay with the sweet people that take care of the kids at child care... and It's breaking my heart that it's getting easier for him. I'm happy ... but realizing certain things are coming to and end.

I worked so hard to get out of diapers... who knew I would think of diapers so fondly as I do now.

All I can do each day is embrace him, his growing personality, and love him because I know he will never be 3 years 1 month and 20 days again. and because... he's quite the yokester.