Every now and then while driving our mini van around town I'll glance in my rear view mirror and suddenly am startled by the realization that we are a family of five. Startled in the sense that I am awakened to the significance of having three children. So often in the hustle and bustle of life, as we transition from stage to stage, measuring milestones and awaiting the next, I lose sight of the fact that I'm living out my childhood dreams. I am a wife and mother.
On a recent trip to the grocery store with the little lady, she announced that she wanted to be a Mommy when she was grown up, but "would need to find a husband first." (Thank the good Lord for that.) I was blessed by her enthusiasm for motherhood, and was overcome with gratitude that she, even at the tender age of five, recognizes the beauty of holding such a significant title, Mother.
Today, I pause in gratitude for dreams coming true.
On a recent trip to the grocery store with the little lady, she announced that she wanted to be a Mommy when she was grown up, but "would need to find a husband first." (Thank the good Lord for that.) I was blessed by her enthusiasm for motherhood, and was overcome with gratitude that she, even at the tender age of five, recognizes the beauty of holding such a significant title, Mother.
Today, I pause in gratitude for dreams coming true.
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