I am so, so blessed that I serve a God that has entrusted me with raising his children, but goodness gracious it is not easy. It's fun, most of the time, but not easy.
What gets me through it and helps me to know that I may not be totally screwing them up?
And dead lizard hunts. Ok. Maybe this is a sign that we are messing up somewhere. Yes, we let the girls "experiment" with a dead lizard we found. It was gross and hilarious!
You know what though? Even though it is hard, I wake up every single morning ready to tackle it again. It scares me to no end that our kids are starting to morph into real little members of society, but I know that I need to release them into this craziness that we call life without holding on too tight. I want them grow and learn, but I want them to have a good foundation of love that they can always depend on. I want them to know where they came from and to never be afraid to come back.
I love these crazy kids so much,