Parenting is Hard

We love the little bodies in our house. Our days are filled with so much laughter, questioning, repeat answers, and a few tears. We love the little boy Micah is becoming, and can't help but laugh when he tours the house looking for the best surface to hammer. He climbs, and falls, and races, and explores without abandon. We marvel at Justice's logic, her questioning, her observation of the world and how the pieces work together. She is so verbal. It's exciting, and so, so tiring.

We end our days grateful, certainly blessed, and always exhausted. This little boy likes to throw things, and break things, and run into the street to get a better look at the construction trucks. He sticks his hands straight into a pile of manure, and then throws it.

And this sweet girl. She challenges us. She tests the boundaries and negotiates further. She is a giant ball of emotion; of gladness and excitement, of disappointment and anger. She loves nature. She loves creation. She loves people.

Parenting is hard. But also rewarding. And definitely messy.