It seems only appropriate after Mother’s Day to reflect on being a mother and where my blessings truly lie.
Spring flowers are beautiful but fading.
But these…
…oh these children!
How they make my heart ache with a love so deep
They are the balm over their own chaos!
Counting Blessings # 414 ~ 420
#414 ~ first born sons
#415 ~ a daughter growing into a lady
#416 ~ my tankster who is the biggest softie of them all
#417 ~ our fairy changeling
#418 ~ crabby abby
#419 ~ my breath of fresh air
#420 ~ homemade cards that will not be put out by the curb like Hallmark recyclables
Joining Ann @ A Holy Experience
simply necessary 