The Good Good Father
The most gentle of times. I love when she wakes up from her nap sleepy-eyed and cozy and asks for Daddy. The love these two share consumes my heart in a way I never knew possible. What a beautiful love. It gives me so much hope and confidence in the fatherly love we're showered with by our Father, who's love is so much more complete and perfect than anything we could ever experience or comprehend. You're a good good Father.
And you're not too shabby yourself, Adam. Over the past two weeks of having our nephew in our home, we've grown an unspeakable amount. Adam has had a sweet opportunity to speak into Bearett's life with a unique authority and love and consistency that BearBear isn't used to, but is responding to in incredible ways. We pray daily for our little young man and hope he leaves here with a happy heart, a peaceful spirit, and higher expectations of how he should act. But more than that, we're praying for his salvation at a young age - that he'll come to really know the "Baby Jesus" in the Bible he's been learning so much about here.
Yesterday, we took the babes on a surprise trip to the toy aisle, where they could pick out any toy they wanted. It was a gift we desired to share with them for blessing us so generously this week. And though by the end of the toy date, they were disobeying and backtalking, seeing their excitement over the prospect of a new toy of their own choosing was just so fun for us - even though neither of them got to play with said toys until today. Can't have your cake and be disrespectful too. Or something like that. Bearett ended up choosing tools "to help uncle Adam with the house," and Mimi chose Frozen figurines because, well, "so-mean!!" (Snowman! Yep, my kid loves Olaf)
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