It’s good to be a parent — to be charmed, enthralled, tickled pink by the smallest thing your child does. I don’t expect anyone else to think Liv biting her cheeks is cute, except for Jeremy of course. It’s also good to share this enormous job with another person… The knowing looks and laughing glances Jeremy and I share over our child draw us together, bind us forever in this crazy-kid love.

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My dear, dear girl,

How providential it seemed that I wrote this post in the morning because it was a reminder of how much I truly love you by the end of the day. What a day, what a day, what a day. God seems to shout lessons to me on the fifth day of March and today was no exception. The difference was that I heard a whisper from Him, “I have hidden my Word in your heart…” and that whisper prevented me from going over the edge as I viewed the torn, crumpled pages of my bible all over our living room floor. Was it fun? I wonder, to tear those thin sheets and throw caution (not to mention Romans) to the wind? I imagine the glee you probably felt, even in the midst of guilt, as the shredding and crumpling sounds were made by your small hands. By the grace of God, I disciplined you appropriately. By the grace of God, within due time the pizza delivery girl and your daddy arrived at the doorstep. By the grace of God, Nana and Papa claimed you for the night and allowed me to complete the evening’s duties and embrace a sweet night’s rest. It’s takes a village, my girl. What. a. day.

Love,
Mommy