With every nose I wipe I am thanking God they are still here to wipe.
With every disgruntled scream I thank God my rooms are not filled with empty silence.
With every whine I remind myself they could not be here.
With every need voiced endlessly until it is met I remember I longed for this.
With every crying, kicking fit I remember that they need me.
When my arms are just too full I am so glad they don't ache from emptiness.
When I am overwhelmed I smile because I never feel lonely.
When their behavior is just plain ugly I sit in amazement that God gave me the ability to love the little person with all the ugly behavior.
So often I forget to see the beautiful in all of the ugly that goes on when little hearts have been broken a few too many times and little minds are so confused because life doesn't look the way it is supposed to.
Coming home hasn't been very smooth, but I expected this.
We came home to three sick kids who were all confused from being misplaced last week. Behaviors I hadn't seen in a long time...or ever, are out in full force.
Still, it is go good to see them home-comfortable enough in their two year old way to show me that this is where they belong.
For now at least.