God is Good, All the Time! He put a song of praise in this heart of mine!...
I have had that song stuck in my head all afternoon, and my boys love it when I burst into a loud, peppy version of it-complete with a little jig. :) Cephas will laugh at the spontaneity of it and Malachi just smiles at me, both love seeing Mommy being goofy.
Being a mom to 2 crazy toddler boys is hectic. I think of how wonderful it would be if we lived by my family again, for my babies to know my family-their family. It makes me so sad some days, when Cephas asks to please, please go to Gram and Gramps, so he can "hug Gram, like 'dis'", and "pschew-pschew! Gramps". I tell him, I'm sorry, that we can't go today and he answers "long far 'way?" Yes, Ce...they're a long ways away. Even when I start sulking, though, God reminds me that He loves me and gives me little gifts~a tight hug from some short pudgy little arms wrapped around my back while I reorganize the books-always accompanied by a loud kiss, my garden plants poking their leafy heads through the dirt, a new litter of kittens in the barn, my little boy telling me "haha! me happy!" just because, and the constant reminder of God's love through my wonderful husband's love. God is Good :)
Cephas is out with Matt getting the truck's window replaced and Malachi is asleep...ah, peace! I spent the morning in my garden picking green beans and cucumbers, and then lying in the hammock with Malachi crawling in and out of it (I hung it low), but always across my head...why!? I'm still grinding the sand out of my teeth, and I'm sure I have footprints all over my forehead. Little goober does the same thing when Matt gets him in the morning and brings him in bed with us...always my head, too. No matter what tricks I pull to try to get him to crawl over Daddy's face-it's all to no avail. He loves his Mommy best of all. It's worth it-he gives the best hugs and kisses you'll ever get out of a 1 yr. old...even though I did want to sleep in.
I gave Ce a haircut a few days ago, the boy's hair is just SO thick! He must have inherited my Dad's hair. Well, you know-before he started losing it. (love you, Daddy!!) :)
Cephas teaches his little brother how to do everything he needs to know. The wisdom handed down from father to son and brother to brother-like how to drive a quad, which bugs are scary and when to fart when it would gross Mom out the most. My favorite thing he's teaching Malachi though, is how to sing. Watching them both march around the coffee table loudly singing their version of 'I'm in the Lord's Army' complete with little jabs to the air at the proper places-it's precious. I am blessed.
God is Good, All the Time.
