This is my life.

I just found this blog that I had written before Christmas and never posted:

Last night Natty called to us because she had a bad dream.  5 minutes later she called again because she was still scared.  She eventually ended up in our bed because she had a tummy ache that led to a good part of the night in and out of the bathroom.  The girls are magnetically drawn to me when they're in bed with us and so I got a decent amount of kicks and "my tummy hurts" and "Mommy, I need water."  This is my life.  Today, the girls were a bit sensitive (or cranky) because of lack of sleep.  Jubilee found out she could spit...and then spit on everything and everyone around her.  It was pretty exciting.  Natty got mad because Jubilee ripped up her home-made ornament and put bits of it in her hair like hair clips.  Natty begged me all day to read to her, so I did, but then she cried when I had to do something else.  This is my life.  I had a long-overdue conversation today with a good friend and we mostly talked about our kids.  I had another conversation with a friend who just had a baby and we talked about our kids as babies.  When I pray, it's often about my kids.  I can't help but recount to Scotty when he comes home all the funny, silly, annoying, terrifying things the girls did that day.  This is my life.  And I love it.  I love knowing that despite my imperfections, my lack of patience, my absolute quandary at times about how to deal with things, I am the person God chose to love, protect, guide, play with, and discipline my children.  I love knowing that no matter how exhausted I am at the end of the day and how much I desire to work out more or have more time to myself, I couldn't be doing anything more important with my life right now.  I don't forget that it's a gift to be home with my children and enjoy these years that pass by quicker than I could have imagined, even though some days I wish it was bedtime already.  This is the life God has given me and it is sweet.