"She'll thank us one day," my husband states, his brow is furrowed and I sigh relief because I'm feeling like the bad guy again. I hear footsteps in the hall and I know the child in question is lurking just beyond the kitchen. Tears and anger--some of them mine--had swallowed up the day and I sit exhausted, but grateful to have a partner in parenting. Some days I wonder how I'm going to raise these four (five) kiddos with my own sin blaring at me loudly as I call them out on theirs. Then, he walks through the door and I remember how--with him. Together with the Lord, we are a three-stranded cord, not easily frayed, but wound up with mercy and help in times of trouble. He knows it. I know it. That's how we do this thing called parenting.
His favourite place to be and his favourite people to be with :)
Photos below represent the beautiful workplace Terry so diligently manages and we get the benefit of enjoying the quiet and loveliness of it all on a Sunday afternoon.
Happy Father's Day to the man I love, without whom I could not do this difficult, yet rewarding occupation of motherhood.
2 comments:
Beautiful photos! Parenting can definitely be hard and challenging, but it is always worth it and one day when they are grown and gone, we'll wish for those times back again. :-) Have a lovely 4th of July
Blessings,
Jill
Beautiful post my friend. How precious it is that the Lord gives us these men to serve HIM together with in life. Your nursery looks amazing. SUCH beauty! Hugs to you, Camille
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