It's hard to choose the first blessing. There are so many. But the one that stuck out in my mind today was having time to read with my 2 year old.
Since the birth of my daughter, quiet time with my son has been harder. He has been wonderful. He loves his sister more than I thought possible. He never complains about one on one time being scarce. This morning, as my daughter napped, he and I sprawled out on the floor in the playroom and read books. We read one book after another. As soon as one was finished, he'd get another.
This was a perfect Friday morning. I am so thankful for the small amounts of quiet time we have together. It makes him see that he still holds a very special place with us, and that we have grown as a family.
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