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Sometimes...

Sometimes I think all my children have G-tubes and I avoid tickling them all near the mid-left side of their stomachs...
Sometimes I look at Levi and remember what he looked like lying in his isolate wondering if he'd ever make it out alive...
Sometimes I forget to be grateful and I assume all my children should thank me daily for taking time to feed, clothe, and bathe them daily...
Sometimes I forget that my four-year old is only four because of his profound ability to communicate...
Sometimes I look at my one-year old and remember how faithful God has been to give us another healthy baby...
Sometimes I want to have fifty children because I can't get enough of my sweet boys...
Sometimes I want to yell and ask all my children to leave me alone...
Sometimes I want to tell everyone how fragile life is and to not sweat the small stuff...
Sometimes I sweat the small stuff...
Sometimes I want Levi to keep his G-tube so we can always have a visible reminder of God's miraculous hand...
Sometimes I want to pull out Levi's G-tube and just tell the doc it closed up by accident...
Sometimes I think I'm a great mom and wife...
Sometimes I think I'm a horrific mom and wife...
Sometimes I wish I were already in Heaven...
Sometimes I want to live until I'm a great-grandmother...
Sometimes I sing and dance and make music in my house...
Sometimes we sit quietly trying to find an ounce of patience left in our bones...
Sometimes my boys are all trying to be like each other and looking to grow up like someone they trust and admire...

Always, I hope that my hubby and I can look more like Jesus, so our little men will desire to look like Him too...












~Always Buster

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