Raspy voice.
Dog dying?
Dirty diapers.
Lottie's crying.
Make a bottle.
Wipe a bum.
Read a book.
Pick up some.
Runny noses.
Missing shoe.
Potty training.
Bad hairdo.
Chicken dead.
Make a snack.
Pile of dishes.
Scratch a back.
"Mommy! Mommy!"
Spilled juice.
Tylenol.
Chickens loose.
Phone rings.
Kids at door.
Temper tantrum.
Coke on floor.
Load of laundry.
Hear my name.
Fix a toy.
Play a game.
Wipe tears.
End a fight.
Bath time.
Burnt out light.
Crayon on table.
Hot cocoa.
Pill for dog.
"Whey Da go?"
Kids sleeping.
Hindsight.
Love my life.
Goodnight.
Nathan Paul
10/10/2005
Nia Madelynn
08/27/2007
Lottie Caroline
11/03/2008
Liam Calvin
03/25/2010
Nixon Kyle
10/16/2014
3 comments:
Wow, SIMPLY wow... God has given you a gift. Thank you for blessing us by sharing this.
I agree, but then you already know what I think about your writing, Rachel!
How wonderful! Makes me think about my own future and how delightfully chaotic it will be. I tried to convince Chris we need chickens, but he disagreed. Perhaps after reading about dead and escaped chickens, I will concur with him!
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