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My Heart. Its Melted.

Melissa Beene Ford/ Katie

Last night I spent some time watching my children sleep. There is nothing sweeter and more innocent than their little faces while they’re sleeping. My heart just melts. Watching them sleep is a reset button for me, undoing the negative events of my day, and I pray beside their beds, thanking God for letting me have them, ask Him to continue to provide for all their needs, and for their protection from the enemy. Looking at their sweet faces, I can’t help but forgive them for whining, arguing, and for the loaves-and-fishes incident yesterday in which one Little Debbie snack cake multiplied to cover 1400 square feet of freshly vacuumed carpet an inch deep.
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Last night, we met a friend for a fine dining experience in the deli of Sams, and bought some groceries. It was dark when we left, and as I was strolling through the parking lot chatting with my friend, my children a mile behind me focused on the Barbies in their hands, a truck came driving through. I looked back to be sure my children saw it, in time to see Katie grab Annie’s hand and steer her out of the path of the truck. Its a typical sibling relationship they have, where there is mostly love but unfortunately a seed of hatred that rears its ugly head at times, but that small protective act on Katie’s part was NOTHING but love, amd at great risk to her own health, because everybody knows there is nothing more cootie-fied than your little sisters hand. ESPECIALLY when your little sister is a thumb-sucker and touching her hand means that you might accidentally come into contact with a soggy, wet thumb. And my heart melted.
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Annie was invited to a birthday party yesterday. I had no choice but to send Katie too with their babysitter, which is not good manners on my part, but like I said, I had no choice. Both kids made a Build-a-Bear but Katie didn’t get a party favor; she wasn’t invited to the party. Annie gave her the sparkly pencil out of her party favor BECAUSE Katie hadn’t gotten a party favor. Nothing but sacrificial, generous love. And my heart melted.
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And last but not least, this little bundle of baby love, my nephew Jesse. Oh. My. Heart. It has melted and it will never be the same. I’m pretty sure he’s gonna have that effect on lots of ladies in his lifetime.

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  1. Nicoolmama says

    April 13, 2011 at 4:26 am

    Hi! My name is Nicole and I just found your blog through much clicking, I couldn&#39;t retrace my steps if I tried. :)<br /><br />Love your perspective! I know *just* what you mean when you say watching your kids sleep is like a reset button. Anyhow, nice to &quot; meet&quot; you! <br /><br />God bless!

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Hey there... I'm Melissa! Texas girl. Mom to three + one goldendoodle. Believer. Old house fanatic. Creating a happy + healthy home with purpose is my passion. I'm so glad you're here!

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