Remember

Just need to remember all of God's goodness through my children today.  Here goes...

Calvin:  I am so in love with this kid.  He is a bit serious with a delightfully silly side.  His smiles light up the room.  He is so imaginative and creative.  Sometimes he is so far 'in character' that he eats dinner, bathes, and everything as the animal or person he is.  He plays so well with Lydia and truly adores her.  He talks non-stop about his favorite things and then a moment will come when these deep thoughts and feelings are exposed.  He is so tender and gentle but is often leery of being vulnerable.  His emotions run deep and he still swoons over Jason and I sometimes just like he did when he was a baby...so connected and sweet.  He may have the strongest will of them all.  He is not generally the child to throw down and kick and scream but his will is fierce.  I pray this will some day be bridled and submitted to The Lord for His glory.  My little dinosaur is so fun, and so smart.  He is a beautiful part of our family and brings us great joy.

Lydia:  Our little lady is such a free spirit.  She loves to be naked, to dance and sing.  Her giggle with that little lisp can completely melt anyone.  She just started this nasally talk that cracks us up.  She is so verbal now and can really express herself well.  This has been so helpful with her visual impairment.  She is also very loving and is often initiating hugs and kisses with everyone in the family.  They turn into full tackles with the boys.  Girl can hold her own.  She is tough, genuine, curious and determined.  Love her with every ounce of me.  Those wild curls, busy hands, and precious giggles bring us lots of laughter and joy.  She has also brought us to our knees, seeking to know Christ in the midst of the struggles we face with her.  Pure joy, really.

Knox:  My oh my, his personality is so much fun.  He just wants so badly to be part of everything. When everyone is talking and laughing, he jumps right in and yells and laughs.  Those blonde curls, sweet blue eyes, and delicious smiles are intoxicating really.  He loves to be held if you are walking but is known to throw a mighty and dramatic fit the moment you sit down.  Totally a third child bc we do it for a laugh.  I should probably be correcting him but it is so stinking funny.  He loves to laugh and truly has a giggle quota every day.  He says hi, da-da, it's hot, that, all done, ma-ma, sissy, ba-ba.  His jabbers can be so loud but let's just be real here...they need to be in order to be heard.  We cannot imagine our lives without our Knoxxie and are ever grateful to God for knitting him together just as he is.  We love him madly and rejoice because of him.

Jason and I are so blessed to be their parents.  We truly rejoice over them and relish these years as He refines us in their midst.  We are humbled, grateful, thankful, and full of joy and hope because of Jesus.

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