My girls make me laugh..they make me wish I were little again...they remind me of carefree days. My girls have wild imaginations...they make me crazy...they are trying to teach me patience...and best of all they love me even when I'm not the mommy I want to be. My girls are clever ...fiercely determined...yet gentle. They stick up for the underdogs. They are sweet...sticky...they leave footprints on my floor and crumbs in my bed. They read to each other...and they giggle...and they cry. They are best friends and I'm so glad they are mine. I feel selfish because I know they are not mine but His! I'm grateful Heavenly Father trusted me enough to let me care for them for a season. It is humbling....and overwhelming. It doesn't seem real that another little one is on the way. I can't wait to welcome her to the family. I wonder what she will look like? I wonder if she will be shy like Ember or bold like Brooklyn? Will she have dimples and lots of hair? Who knows! I'm pretty certain her eyes will be brown...and she won't stay little long enough...but that's not important. I'm certain I'll love her...I already do.
I love My girls!