Marcie just climbs in my lap and takes over, moving my typing arm if need be.
Marcie at the river on a very shallow day
Seth comes up to me and either grabs my clothes if I'm standing, or, if at all possible and I'm sitting or bending over, takes my face between his two hands and says, our noses just centimeters apart, "Mommy, I need to tell you something."
David with our new baby cuscus.
David very soberly walks up to me, head tilted slightly down so he can look up with his eyes only, and says, "Mommy, actually . . . " (Truly, almost every statement, question and request begins with"actually.")
Grace and Seth with the new baby
Gracie comes near me and dances in place on her little tippy-toes, so eager to tell or ask me whatever it is she has to say, curls bouncing all the while.
Will comes up to me with his so-expressive face, worried eyebrows marking his earnestness, and says, "Mommy? Um, Mommy??" with ever-increasing intensity until I respond.
Will holding one of the twin baby girls of a friend of mine.
Isaac says, "Hey Mom!" and often includes a brief back scratch of acknowledgment.
They're all so different and so dear! I know our Heavenly Father feels the same about us, and I know we can approach Him confidently because He loves us so much He sent His Son to die for us, and gave us His Spirit to confirm we are His!
