Summer days
We laugh. We talk as we stroll about admiring things in the store. "Ooo. Ahh." We say as we pick things up to touch, feel. On and on we chatter interrupting each others sentences, finishing them too. I think to myself, "He's done it again. God has answered my heart-felt prayer. He loves me this I know." I cried out to Him, just yesterday, "Father help me. Help me make my children first priority again. First before my beloved blogging. First before my beloved writing, and before Internet socializing. First before the phone calls, the errands. First before this and first before that. Give us the opportunity to be just my children and me. Give us opportunities with no expectations." Today it's just us. My first born, second born and me. I'd thought that maybe they would not want to be with me—hanging out, spending time with me their mama.. I remember a time when all they wanted was me. ...