The Children Three. Black and White Edition.

Sad eyes....this little guy is a hacking-fever mess today. Poor little man....and yet he will feel better tomorrow. Or the next day. Or maybe the next. I'm thankful for his health, thankful to care for him.
The oldest is a whole-nother kind of mess.....
she bounced down the stairs this morning with this.....
It's her and her daddy on a walk.

I love how much she loves him.
And how they both have uni-brows.
And matching mohawks.
And that they are holding hands.
And last, but not least....the littlest squishy-soft-baby. Her little cheeks against mine....not sure I'll ever get enough.
Blessed and thankful.

'So then as long as thanks is possible, then joy is always possible. Joy is always possible. The holy grail of joy is not in some exotic location or some emotional mountain peak experience. The joy wonder could be here! ...The only place we need see before we die is this place of seeing God, here and now. '
-Ann Voskamp