The first of I hope many posts to tell the story of my children day to day while they are young. I am constantly told, like by the stranger when Dorathea wet her pants today in the library, that these moments go by so fast (although I wished I could have skipped that one). I can feel them slipping through my hands, all these little beautiful moments. Moments when I get to be a child again because of their wonder. Moments when their need for me challenges me (sometimes at the library) to be a better and bigger person. Moments when I am faced with thier pain and must rely on God for thier needs. for Moments when I hurt because they are just so beautiful on the outside, and even more often so beautiful on the inside. I don't know if they will want to read these chronicles when they grow up, but I hope so. I hope this journal helps them to remember a childhood they loved, and family who love them.
I love you Jonathan and Dorathea- Mom