Four years old. He is growing up so fast. I can hardly keep up. More and more of his personality is showing and I am in awe of who God has made him to be. I pray with all my heart that Joey and I raise him to look to God in all things and for all things.
In the meantime, I'll enjoy the superhero adventures we have together, the nap time readings of Charlotte's Web or some book from Narnia, the really weird humor that comes with his age, the dandelions he picks for me to put into my hair (that later fall out of my hair and freak me out because they feel like bugs), the burping followed by gales of laughter, and the endless questions.
And when I forget to enjoy because of a cluttered kitchen, or an empty fridge that needs to be stocked, or a floor that needs to be swept, I hope that I am reminded that love is always patient first. Patient to see what the true need is. Patient enough to put my own to-do list aside. Patient to be the best Super Woman I can be (which does not involve any of the tasks mentioned above, but rather fighting imaginary bad guys and following my four-year-old Spiderman's lead.)
In the meantime, I'll enjoy the superhero adventures we have together, the nap time readings of Charlotte's Web or some book from Narnia, the really weird humor that comes with his age, the dandelions he picks for me to put into my hair (that later fall out of my hair and freak me out because they feel like bugs), the burping followed by gales of laughter, and the endless questions.
And when I forget to enjoy because of a cluttered kitchen, or an empty fridge that needs to be stocked, or a floor that needs to be swept, I hope that I am reminded that love is always patient first. Patient to see what the true need is. Patient enough to put my own to-do list aside. Patient to be the best Super Woman I can be (which does not involve any of the tasks mentioned above, but rather fighting imaginary bad guys and following my four-year-old Spiderman's lead.)
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