....a girl of 16 and a boy of 17 started dating and fell in love. Now, 13 years later, they have been married for 6 years, have 2 beautiful boys, and are more in love than ever.
Always and Forever....
(the oldest picture I could find on the computer...taken on our 1 year anniversary of marriage)
In the will of God, there is no higher, holier calling, and no greater joy, than to be a wife and mother. "To love their husbands and children, to be self-controlled and pure, to be busy at home, to be kind, and to be subject to their husbands, so that no one will malign the word of God."
Titus 2:4-5
Always and Forever
Jackson says the darndest things...
J: Who is 69 years old? M: I can't think of anyone we know who is 69 (thinking to myself...what an odd question) D: Grandpa is 60, and Chief is 62. J: 62? Wow. That is a lot of months.
D: Do you know what "requested" means? J: No D: It means "asked". J: Oh. It means "asked", in Spanish.
M: Luke used to be a little tiny baby, but he's getting so big now. J: He's not big, Mommy. He's just medium.
J: Mommy, I think God is a gir-lul. M: Really? J: No. Actually, he's a boy.
(At bedtime) J: Mommy, you ta-got (forgot) to ask me what I want to be when I grow up. M: Terribly sorry. What do you want to be when you grow up? J: Well, I could be a doctor, or a police man, or a painter, or a train conductor, or a cut grasser...I think I'll be a cut grasser. M: What does a cut grasser do? J: Cut the grass.
J: What are you doing, Mommy? M: Paying bills. J: What are bills? M: We have to pay for all the things that we have...like our house, the lights, our car, things like that. J: Oh. Make sure you pay the train bill.
(After being in time out for throwing toys) J: Mommy, I'm sorry you took my toys away. (pointing and wagging his finger at me) But me and you, we just do things different. M: Excuse me? Where did you hear that? J: That's what they say on Word World. M: Well, this is Mommy's World.
(Brad to Jackson on the swings) D: Jackson, you're flying! J: No, I'm falling...with style!
J: Mommy, is your big girl underwear dry? M: Yes. J: Let me check. M: Um, that's ok.
J: Mommy, are those your boobies? M: Yes. J: Let me see them. M: No. J: Yes, Mommy. Just get them out. M: I'm not that kind of Mommy. And you have a lot to learn in the romance department.
M: This summer when we go to Marine Land, you'll get to feed the dolphins. J: Wow, that's cool. M: What do you think dolphins eat? J: Probably bird seed.
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so sweet!
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