From the kitchen I overheard some very funny conversations between the two boys (not intentionally funny on their part). I glanced into the living room to see that Abigail had also joined the party. She was talking to our family picture and laughing.
It was a sweet moment to see all three of them happy and enjoying family.
A few minutes later I sent the boys downstairs to watch a TV show together so that I could put Abigail down for her nap. As soon as she was falling asleep, an angry yell came up the stairs:
"MOM! David threw Gatorade at me!!!"
And then Abigail started to cry.
And there went those few nice moments of rest for mom.
Four small kids is really hard. But I am thankful for each one. And I am certain I will look back on these days with longing and gratefulness.
