As I was laying Ruth down for bed the other night, we had just finished our prayers and she asked me, “mom do you think God will give me a gift for my birthday?” I said oh sure he loves to give gifts.  She sits up straight in bed and says come here.  She leans in real close and whispers in my ear (children whispering in my ear always gives me the giggles), “I want God to give me a husband like daddy and maybe a baby sister”.  Oh Lord, I thought! Please do not let her have a little sister and please don’t give her a husband on her 4th birthday.  

Oh how I love being a parent.  It is these little moments that keep me going during all the hard ones.