I had my seventh baby, I celebrated seventeen years of marriage, and I turned thirtyseven. Pretty amazing.
In the past week, I got a request to take a picture of my kids. Just a random picture. Do you know how hard that is? To get seven children to cooperate? It's NOT going to happen. But as I found myself snapping away, I was smiling. I was giggling.
These random pictures ARE my kids. New buzzes as of this morning. B pulling hair. J over reacting. Long sleeves with church pants. Dresses with dinner on them. Long sleeve shirts with shorts. The pictures are no where perfect but they catch what I see everyday are what keeps me plugging along. My very own lucky seven.
As for little g...oh he makes me laugh. He's my buddy.