I’m in love with these two. And the way Max looks at his daddy. ❤️

I am trying to document more of the little moments that go by so fast. My ebeneezer stones in a way – look how far God has brought us by His grace!

This morning I got a 6:15 wake up call in the form of Max bursting into the bedroom.
“I thought we could read this book, Mommy! Oh, but first, I need to get cozy.” So he climbs into bed, steals my covers, and starts reciting his book until he gets stuck. Then chants “read it, Mommy” until my groggy eyes can focus enough to start reading Penguin’s Big Adventure.

Between my pregnant bladder and Max’s recently potty-trained bladder, I’m usually up 2-3 times a night, and it’s easy to be annoyed by the sleep interruptions. But the little pitter patter of his feet and his sweet little voice and the spontaneous hugs and “I love you, Mommy"s make it easy to be grateful, too.