Mother's Day 2010

I know I'm not a perfect mommy. I forget you asked for a sippy cup of milk,

I underreact at times and overreact at times, and sometimes your clean laundry is on the dining room table instead of in your drawers.

But I pray you'll know the wide, long, high and deep love of Jesus, because you saw it lived out.

I hope you'll remember me stroking your hair while we rocked in your rocking chair.

I hope you'll think of our hot chocolate "How was your day" dates on the couch.

I pray you'll think back to our nightly songs we sang.

I hope you'll be mindful of how very much I wanted you.

I pray you'll know that I flooded the gates of heaven in request of you. You, little one.

I hope you'll consider that I waged war on my knees for you, and you are so very worth it. Thanks for making me a Mommy, sweet children. I hope I am worthy of that precious name!