Little Man isn't so little anymore.
He's talking and thinking and plotting and feeling like a real person. He wears rain boots and pops an umbrella under clear blue skies.
Because why not?
He tickles me so.
And then the Littlest. Gracious, he is a happy one.
Every time, that grin.
When I was getting ready to leave, Little Man told me I shouldn't go, and that I should stay and play some more.
Broke me into a million pieces.
And when you're broken like that, it's good to find something to be thankful for. I'm grateful today that God willing, I'll see them again in just a few short weeks for Christmas.
Lord, let it be so.
Are you looking forward to seeing loved ones for the holidays? Go on, be grateful!
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