Once upon a time not so long ago, dramatic messes were a daily occurence for this little man. Spills, splats, piles, smears, gold fish transported to the bath tub, important papers snipped with forbidden scissors, brother's baseball in the applesauce.
Thankfully by the fifth blessing my stubborn heart had learned to train with patience, yes; but grab the camera first.
Because I knew that this too would pass.
Followed by a fresh season to grow through.
Meeting with precious MOPS mamas tomorrow to remind them of
the extraordinary nature of their season.
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