Two of my kids (ages 3 and 5) and I were talking about Heaven the other day, and I said, "Whoever gets there first, get everybody else's rooms ready." This launched us into a big discussion of who would go first. My son, Charlie, quickly said, "Mom, I hope you go first." Thanks, buddy. I feel the love.
That's not as bad as my friend's son. He was asked what he wanted to be when he grew up, and he said, "An orphan." At least Charlie only wants me dead... not my husband. Needless to say, I'm watching my back around the house.
In all seriousness, it's conversations like these that crack me up as a mom. My husband and I (on the rare occasions when we do get away from the kids) spend most of our time talking about them. We stay up at night... talking about them. And sometimes, we just go in their rooms and watch them sleeping -- there's nothing cuter than a sleeping child.
This Thanksgiving... among SO MANY BLESSINGS GOD HAS GIVEN ME ... I'm thanking Him for the kids who make me laugh harder than anyone else.
Kisses,
Lucy Pevensie
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