The kids were running down the corridor towards the picnic tables to eat lunch after church and I fell in love with the scene in front of me. Three beautiful, intelligent, healthy, happy children running with glee. If I had had my camera I should have taken a picture. When was the last time I ran with such freeness. My three made a beautiful picture, the only thing that marred their picture was the fact they weren’t dressed alike or at least wearing the same color. But that was a choice I made that morning to not search out the same colored dress for Layla.
And I should have recorded Jory when I reminded him that he can not push his truck or run on the side of the gym where I can’t see him.
“But I was following the baby, Mommy,” he said to me.
Are you kidding me? Your excuse is that you were following a three-year-old?!? A three-year-old?!?! Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Is it their job to drive me insane?
I love that the church is so giving, we go to. That while we’re eating lunch, we all share what we have, but it has turned my children into little gluttons, little savages. They act like they’ve never eaten food before, seen food before, like they haven’t just eaten lunch. I guess on the upside, they like fruits and veggies as much as they like desserts.
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