Some days I wish that I didn't have a little helper unfolding the laundry as fast as I fold it.
Some days the laundry and dishes pile up to seemingly insurmountable heights.
Every day, I'm glad to have my little helpers at my elbows, tossing laundry into the washing machine or dryer for me, dropping crumbs faster than I can sweep them up, and trying so hard to learn to do what I do. Trying to just be close.
Shelly sometimes follows behind me like a shadow while she waits for me to finish a task before I help her with something. I saw Eli grabbing her shirt and pulling her backwards as fast as his chubby little legs would let him walk back. Then pushing her forward again with all his might.
Archer's gotten into the habit of freeing Elijah from his crib in the morning, allowing E to roam in to me so I don't have to go retrieve him myself, I can stay in my comfy warm bed and just snuggle the baby in with me when he arrives.
These children of mine, these beautiful little chaos makers, destroyers of organized closets, these precious little students who work so hard to learn each and every thing that happens around them, these amazing miracles in my life. I can hardly finish being frustrated about the new mess before I turn back to God thanking him for what countless blessings he has showered upon me. I surely do not deserve any of it. And yet, in his grace, he shares more.
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