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One of those days

Have you ever had one of those days? You know, the kind where you fall more and more in love with your kids and realize that you are so blessed to have them.

I had one of those days today.

There was nothing special or out of the ordinary today. Today we had some errands to run. Sunday is my hubby's birthday and we wanted to get him a gift. So the boys and I headed out. We went to our favorite thrift store (yes, for anyone who does not know, we do shop at thrift stores!!! We are on a budget, and you would be amazed at the great things you can find.) Anyways, the boys were little angels there. They did not beg for toys. They did not complain. They were so good. We were there for about an hour. We got a present for my husband and few other things.

Since it was passed lunchtime (and passed Caleb's nap time) and we were so close to Ikea, I asked the boys if they wanted to go there for lunch. We LOVE Ikea . . . . great places for the boys to play and inexpensive, good food. So we went. J, K and A were so good. J and K were patient in the family bathroom as I sat in the chair to nurse A. J dutifully pushed the food tray cart to the table so I could push the stroller. They ate well. They played well. And when I told then it was time to go, they didn't complain. As I was driving home, I realized I really do have great kids.

Then, tonight, after I got home from a mom's night out, their bedroom door opened and J said "I want to hug you." I took them both back into bed and sang "Jesus" to them. K held my hand the whole time.

It wasn't because they were so good that I love them. But a day like today helped me realize how much I do love them and how blessed I am to have these little men in my life.

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  1. How lovely to see the beauty in an ordinary day for a mom. You do have great kids.

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