To My Love...

What is a perfect day?

It doesn't consist of lunch in a rowboat with swans on a glassy pond filled with lilypads. And gone are the days of wearing white:)

No...I think a perfect day has very little to do with our ideas and plans.

And maybe that looks like all of you STILL in your pajamas at noon. Those pajamas only coming off because the boys are caked in mud and soaking wet. (I pray that we see the value in these moments. The hearts that we are shaping...the opportunity that we have been given to raise up these men.) And everyone says that we will blink and our boys will be grown. That we will long for days of dirty diapers and endless laundry...

And when they are older, they'll look back and recount the precious memories they have from these humble beginnings...and they'll smile.

They will say to their own children, "Goodnight, Mr. Butterfly!" in a silly deep voice. And they'll remember that they had to wash their hands until, "Jesus Loves Me," had been sung through at least once. They will always know that you love them, "Too too too too too pieces".
And these are just a whisper.

I think a perfect day is a day filled with abiding in Him. Nothing else. No expectations or checkmarks on your to do list.

A perfectly imperfect day is just giving our boys a home that is filled with His love...and our love.