When the house is quiet before the boys are awake and I pour a cup of coffee, light a candle, and snuggle in with a quilt to read God's letter of love, I feel such wonder, such gratefulness. I am reminded of what an honor it is to be married to this man, to be trusted to raise these three boys into men. I remember that I don't deserve a bit of this...that it is ALL a gift.
I will struggle to keep this perspective later in the day when the house is quite loud and the man isn't always perfect and I'm reminding the boys for the thousandth time that we don't talk to each other in "that" way. It is worth the struggle though.