People, I am definitely human.
In fact today I was way too human. It was a painful emotional day simply because I cleaned out and organized all of my kids past photos and awards and school projects.
Oh, how each little letter and drawing and expression on their sweet faces pricks at my heart. I miss those cute babies of mine sooooooo much. I wish I could go back and hold on to each moment--stop them from slipping away like water through a net.
It's also difficult to remember some of the hard times. It's especially hard to see photos of myself right after my twins were born. (They were born at 29 weeks and spent 6 weeks in the NICU).
I found the cutest little note in my daughters stuff that made me cry. It must have been written when she was in her early elementary school years. It read:
Oh Heavenly Father, please help my mommy. She's so frustradid. Thanks. You are the best. I love you.
I also came across this prayer I gave out with a homemade Christmas angel the year after my twins were born. I gave this to all the people who looked after me and my family during the challenging weeks they were in the hospital.
A New Years Prayer
Please give me a few friends who understand me,
and yet remain my friends.
A work to do which has real value, without which
the world would feel the poorer.
A mind unafraid to travel, even though the trail be not blazed.
An understanding heart and a sense of humor.
Time for quiet, silent mediations.
A feeling of the presence of God.
And the patience to wait for the coming of these things
with the wisdom to know them when they come.
What more could anyone ask for?