Heard around our home:
While wrapped in Daddy’s arms, a soft sigh is followed by a six-year-old voice, “Daddy, I hope I never get too old for snuggling.”
Seen around our home:
The rosy glow of a sunrise filling our loft with dim light. I tiptoe out of my room hoping I won’t wake little ones only to find a blond head burrowed beneath blankets. “Mom, I’m watching the sun come up over the mountains.” Then a wonderful half hour of watching day arrive with my Bear.
Felt around our home:
Puddles. Tears and my melting heart everywhere.
My heart warms every time you write about your children. . . I can only hope to someday be blessed with little ones as sweet as yours! I am thinking of you and bringing you before our Father as you come to mind. YOU ARE LOVED!!!!
Melissa