Green marker on my cream colored couch is evidence that I live with a two year old.
A set of Ronald Dahl books lying in random places around the house is evidence that I live with an eight year old.
Special Papers (read: every paper that is brought home from school is special) piled up on the counter is evidence that I live with a 5 year old.
Nursing pads and spit up rags are evidence that I live with a four month old.
An absent husband/father is evidence that we live with a good man willing to support his family and serve his Heavenly Father.
A smile on my face is evidence that I find joy in and love those that I live with.
3 comments:
I understand every stage of this game! hopefully your marker evidence ends with 2 and doesn't move on to three-years-old. the "special papers" have already started with the 4-year old around here and Coop and I are enjoying "The BFG" at night right now. as for the husband... I keep telling myself that I'd rather have him gone working than have no work to do!
great post, jackie lee!
I love love love this. I love your attitude. You're awesome, my friend. We have special papers and books and marker-couches here too!
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