How'd they do that?

The boys are so funny. Even after they've been napping, or off playing by themselves for a while I'll find traces of them here and there. Some of these little evidences of "boys" are funnier than others. It's their little brains at work that kicks me! See, they find interesting ways of making every brighter and happier even when they are cranky and naughty. Because I can find joy in those boys no matter what- their clever little minds devise cute schemes to leave clues for me! Sometimes it's a book left on the floor in our bedroom; or a hat that is too big for Ethan to wear, but nonetheless adorable that he does left in the living room; or a sippy cup where it clearly doesn't belong- or does it?

If I didn't have the boys, or were to suddenly lose them- it would be little things like this that I'd never want to change. I'd leave that cup there forever and be content to know that while they were here, they brought glory to God through their image-bearing silliness and uniqueness. I would miss the messes I obsessively clean up 3 times a day; and the nasty crumbs that get stuck on the bottom of my feet when I walk in the kitchen in socks; and the ear-piercing screams that I swear are making me deaf; and the poopy diapers (really? yes); and the slapping and hitting that I have to break up 50 times a day; and the blankets and clothes on the floor during nap time when they've fallen asleep undressing themselves; and a bajillion other miscellaneous things that make my heart melt.

You'd miss it all, too.

But for now, I remember how it felt to see their tiny little bodies in the isolettes at the hospital for the first month of their lives; and it brings back the insane sanity that gives me joy and peace- knowing I don't deserve them. So when I do get impatient, I'm brought back to this, and suddenly, whatever was bothering me a minute ago is not that big of a deal any more. See?