Those are my three favorite things. Life is good. God is good.
My sweet boy turns 5 tomorrow. He came hurtling into this world at a break-necking pace and has been keeping us running ever since. Some days I wondered how we'd survive as I held him in our dark walk-in closet, trying to soothe his screechy screeching, singing the Countries of Africa song under my breath because it was the longest song I knew and I could sing it over and over and over again while I prayed in the back of my mind for a time machine to transport me to future days when he might go to bed and sleep all night and talk and play and laugh at my stupid jokes.
Now those days are here and I am so grateful for every day with that crazy boy- mostly the good days, I'll confess, but even the very hard ones.
Yesterday he came running into the kitchen. "Mommy! Hey Mommy!" then "Wait...um...never mind. I mean: I LOVE YOU!" and then ran out. And really I almost cried. Because I'm not always that lovable or fun or even interesting. Mostly I boss him around and send him to his bed and offer up threats and bribes and make deals and roll my eyes. At least that's how it feels sometimes. But he loves me in spite, perhaps even because, of all that.
And on Sunday, my littlest little will be baptized! My heart overfloweth. And soon my house will overfloweth too- with friends and family and food and drink and no one will even notice whether or not the carpet is clean but I'm going to clean it anyway. And scrub the bathtub. And organize that mess of a closet. And try not to holler at people while I do it.
Even though I'm exhausted. Because I'm excited. And thankful.