My Arm

Yesterday I picked Emery and Jesse up from the nursery at church and didn't have the stroller for Jesse.

I had to carry him all the way across campus to a lunch meeting that Benji had after service.

Once we got to the car I said out loud, "dang Jesse, is getting heavy, my arm is about to fall off..."

I buckled both kids in and was about to head off when I saw Emery's little lip trembling.

She looked at me and said, "mama, I don't want your arm to fall off."

She has such a tender heart! I tried to reassure her that I was just kidding, that it wouldn't fall off, but I'm not sure I convinced her. :)