As I'm writing this Canaan is lying on the floor, all snug as a bug in a warm blanket playing with his favorite stuffed animal Juneau the husky. This is the first time we've spent time together, just him and I in over a week.
I really wanted to capture that moment, so I set up my tripod and attempted to a picture of us enjoying each other's company. Every-time I tried, he puked. My black pants are now sporting white splotches and my sweater stinks. I was quickly reminded of how humbling motherhood is. This tiny little human always seems to bring me be back to reality and shows me what really matters. My coffee is luke warm, i'm wearing eau d'puke as my perfume at the moment. But, he's contently playing on the floor, enjoying himself, aware that i'm here and watching him- and everything is ok. He brings me back down to earth, and everything I was stressed about or worried about- isn't such a big deal anymore.
I love this little boy so much. A constant reminder of God's grace, provision and love.
And now I have to go, because he all of a sudden has some red sticky stuff in his hair- seriously, child of mine, you keep me on my toes!
I just had to share this, because seriously, this is real life. Yes, my child is puking all over me and I am very unaware of that fact.
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