Isabelle stood on my lap, holding my thumbs, and said “belle-belle, ma-ma”, and it made me cry. I just love her so much. Elijah came over and hugged Isabelle, his cheek pressed against hers, and she smiled her favorite squinty-eyed smile, and stuck her tongue out for good measure.
I have lots of moments of wondering why God withholds certain blessings, why there’s struggle and want and abandoned dreams. I see, oh so easily, all the good gifts He’s not giving me.
But with tears running down my face today, it was clear – these kids? they’re His best gift. And I am blessed beyond measure.