Today I am thankful for cottonballs. Why? It means we still have three little boys under our roof. Three little boys who play, yell, eat, and give hugs. Three little boys who are so loved.
As I was tidying up the big boys' room I was hit by the amount of cotton balls in and under Clay's bed. See every night at 2am Josh gets up and checks Clay's blood sugar. The cotton balls get left on clay's finger to stop the bleeding. Seriously it looks like a bag exploded under his bed most days. It occurred to me that there will not always be cotton balls under my bed.
One day this son of mine will head off and the cotton balls will go with him.
One day there will not be pictures taped on a bedroom door.
One day we will actually be done with diapers.
Oh I am so glad the Lord reminded me to slow down this morning and remember the important things.
Oh Jana. THis is just so, so sweet.
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