Why I Love...

I must admit: this week has had some really awful moments. My kids have driven me up one wall & down the next.

I threatened to become a long-distance truck driver & leave them all.

I've felt used, manipulated, walked on & neglected.

Yet yesterday, just mere hours after my truck driving threat, I found myself sticking by my still wanting more children.

Why? Why would I want more children when the four I have drive me completely crazy on a regular basis?

The answer is very simple: love.

I love my children with all of my everything. Not just my heart but with my soul, with the very essence of who I am.

When my one-year old places his tiny hand in mine to walk to the kitchen to get a drink....

When my daughter cuddles up next to me on the couch & tells me that I'm her very best friend....

When my oldest son tells me that he'll never be embarrassed to hold my hand at the mall....

When my tiniest blessing looks up at me & studies my face like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen....

There are a million moments in every day that have me thanking God for giving me such precious little ones.

And how could I possibly say that I don't want anymore?

I want a house that is bursting with children & love.