Odd, but totally sweet conversation...

Okay, picture this. Owen is on the potty. I'm wiping his bum (nice, huh? haha) and he's having this conversation with me.

Owen: I'm such a good boy. For pooping in the potty.
Me: Yes, you are such a good boy, Owen.
Owen: And Sam is my REAL brudder. (brother)
Me: Yes, Sam is your real brother. (Hey, I was busy.)
Owen: And when he's mean to me, I just hug him a lot and he will be my best friend.

Isn't that sweet?

Rough times....

Can I ask anyone who might read this blog to lift up my little sister and her husband in prayer? I don't want to go details, but these last few weeks have been so, so hard on them.

So if you can, would you please pray for them? That God would comfort them. That they would have peace and somehow hold onto hope.

Thanks.

Four Years Ago....

Four years ago this little beam of sunshine came into my life.

He gives me such joy. He fills my heart up with happy. I love him so much. From day one, he has been the most mellow, carefree, easygoing child. A true gift. And I am thankful. So thankful.

He is the snuggliest, funniest, sweetest little guy. Happy birthday Owen. I love you forever.