Lily is 2 1/2 years old. She is still such a joy to me, while of course exercising her right for "opposition in all things," keeping my sanity on edge with her toddler ways. Sometimes to tease her I will hold her like a baby and sing "Rock-a-bye Baby" - she thinks it's pretty funny, and will sometimes hold her doll or even our shampoo bottles in the shower and sing to them, too. And even though she can drive me crazy (all day if we are in the right mood), I can't remember what life was like without her and I can't believe how much more I love her than when she was first born. That said, thank heaven for prayers - who knows what life would be like without being able to ask for patience.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
my "baby"
Lily is 2 1/2 years old. She is still such a joy to me, while of course exercising her right for "opposition in all things," keeping my sanity on edge with her toddler ways. Sometimes to tease her I will hold her like a baby and sing "Rock-a-bye Baby" - she thinks it's pretty funny, and will sometimes hold her doll or even our shampoo bottles in the shower and sing to them, too. And even though she can drive me crazy (all day if we are in the right mood), I can't remember what life was like without her and I can't believe how much more I love her than when she was first born. That said, thank heaven for prayers - who knows what life would be like without being able to ask for patience.
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Amen, sister!
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