I love the randomness that is my children. When things are tough, they can pull me right back to where I belong--where the little things don't matter and the big picture is a donkey.
Picture it. Sunday, Oct. 31, 2010. 9:37 a.m. Our house.
There is approx. 8 min. until we need to be leaving to make it to church on time.
Judd is just now getting into the shower.
Jayce, showered and dressed, is spraying enough AXE body spray to choke any healthy person.
Jarrett is running around with only his socks on (black, of course).
Jeven is doing his best to dress himself. Jeven, being Jeven, is not so successful.
Josie spills her entire bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Whoever said "don't cry over spilled milk" obviously never had to clean it up.
I'm doing my best to live up to my Sunday School teacher persona and not cuss at everyone.
Jeven walks up to me and announces: "I wish I could hug a donkey."
So do I ,Jeven. So do I.