A day of wow and wow.

My first wow - and it's not as though this is the first time she's done this, but it just wow'ed me more than usual yesterday. I had laid out Poodle's church clothes yesterday morning, as is usual for me. She was to wear a jumper dress, turtleneck, tights and dress shoes. Later in the morning, she shows up in my bathroom as I'm putting on makeup with all her clothes on (and on properly), including her shoes. The only thing she hadn't done yet was zip up her dress, but the zipper was on the back, so who can blame her? Like I said, this isn't the first time she's gotten herself dressed. She's been doing that for, gosh, I don't know - months? She can't button or zip all the way yet, but the clothes part is getting easier for her. It's just that for some reason, yesterday morning - with the tights and everything - it just wow'ed me. She wows me. She is just such a blessing and joy.

My second wow came during church. I had taken Tooter out and was letting him go up and down the stairs in the foyer of our borrowed church building. (It was the activity that was keeping him the most quiet). And, as I walked him across the balcony and down the stairs to let him start over, I was just overwhelmed with love for him. I have these moments with my kids. I don't know if it's normal or not, but while I always love them, I have these moments where my heart overfills with intense emotion and it just spills out all the way down to my toes. It's probably the drama queen in me. I was wow'ed at how blessed I am - and I don't say that lightly. I truly mean Heavenly blessed - I give all the glory to the Father for allowing me to take care of His children for a brief time. I'm not worthy, and I certainly don't do the best job of it most of the time. But I'm so grateful.

I just had to spill this out to the universe!