I couldn’t break these up and make one of my kids seem more special than another. They are equally special to me and I love them each unconditionally!
My grandmother used to show me the fingers on her hand and tell me that her children were as different as each of her fingers. She then explained that she loved each of them the same. What a simple way to explain love to a kid. It made sense then and still makes sense now.
I’m blessed beyond measure with my three beautiful children. I’m humbled that God is trusting me with their precious lives. I pray that I can guide them and love them as God would have me do. I love these little souls dearly!