There are certain times as a mom you feel overwhelmed. Almost to the point of feeling like you don't deserve what has been given to you. Tonight for me was one of those nights. The boys and I had a little bit of a dance party before bedtime. This sounded great in theory but probably not my smartest move. Nothing like getting everyones blood flowing only to tell them it's time for bed.
My sweet Cole took his naked little body up the stairs. Yes, whenever he dances he takes his clothes off - diaper and all. He brings me to tears with his little moves. He's two so for now he can get away with being the naked dancer.
Every night before the boys go to bed we read a story out of their Bible. It has always been a neat time for our family. Tonight as I was walking up the steps I knew something wasn't right. They were really quiet. There was noone brushing their teeth. They weren't all three trying to stand on the same stool. They weren't trying to lock each other out of the bathroom or chase each other around upstairs. It was quiet. As I tip toed up the steps I heard something, that as a mom, I wont ever forget. The boys were snuggled into Brady's bed and Mason was reading Brady's Bible. I sat on the steps peaking through the door and watching Brady encourage and help Mason with some of the words he couldn't pronounce. I didn't want to disturb them so I just sat and listened. They laughed together as Mason said, "Holy chicken" instead of "Holy child." Oh. My. Heart.
Tonight my heart is full. There is no other place in this entire world I would rather of been then sitting on our steps listening to my boys read the Bible together. What a blessing it is that the Lord chose me to be these boys mom. I am so very grateful.
My cup runneth over.
*Special thanks to Nikki James Photography
for this beautiful photo of my boys!