Those were the sweet words that were whispered into my ear last week, as Holland and I were stealing an afternoon snuggle. It made me laugh. It made my heart warm. It got me thinking.
It's so nice to hear those words. It is, isn't it?
Even from a three year old.
Especially from a three year old.
So I thought I would pass on some sweetness, just as Holland did:
I'm grateful for my husband who takes care of us girls so well. He generously gives me this life of everyday pleasures at home with the girls each day, ridiculously funny moments, and traditions of spontaneous nature.
I'm thankful for the gift of my friends...you who diligently care for your children, and constantly put others before self, and you who strive unassumingly to be godly wives. God's answered prayer, you are to me.
I'm amazed at those of you who battle sickness every day, yet find a way to smile and keep your eyes upward. You have learned that the greatest strength comes from God.
I'm blessed by our Grandmas: Nanette, Gram Jan, and Grandma Kris who teach, inspire, and give that extra hand whenever we need it.
I'm in awe of you who have resisted the temptation to wallow in fallen dreams, and even more, have turned those disappointments into peaceful contentment and been absolutely available to what God has in store for you.
I'm happy that I have such a warm-spirited dad, whose generosity to those he loves--and to those he is only slightly acquainted with--is sincere and far-reaching.
It is good to give thanks to The Lord!