I'm sitting in the bath tub, in luke warm water, waiting as my sister uploads pictures from my cousin's wedding.
This one pops up.
My heart seriously aches when I see it.
I love this little girl so much, yet she frustrates me almost every second of the day. Three is the hardest year yet.
It seems every thing, every day is a new battle. We are trying to find the balance between allowing her freedom to grow and the discipline she needs to flourish as a human.
VERY DIFFICULT.
I just...WE just want to get it right. We realize we have no do overs.
I want her to be kind, loving, successful, LOVED, fulfilled, content, confident, self assured, poised, polite, adventurous, driven, strong willed and a CHRIST FOLLOWER. Trying to instill these things in her at such a young age is an enormous task.
I love her more than my life. There is not a job in the universe, not a salary, not a mortgage payment, car payment ANYTHING that would keep me from staying home and raising her MYSELF during these formative years.
Well, I've got company coming over tomorrow...it's 10pm and this house ain't gonna clean itself.