i want a little priss pot for a daughter. i already think she's so girly.
but i also heard a wise friend once say
"don't try to box them in before they've grown into who He's making them"
so how would it be fair to her to already speak what she's going to be?
only He knows, really.
but. i, without a doubt, know what she'll think of noah's devious behavior last week.
we walked out to find diapers [everywhere] right down from our balcony.
i was actually scorned today. over and over. by the sweet woman who cleans around here. all she ever used to give me was smiles. but since she knows that we've got the only kids that wear diapers, she drew her conclusions quite quickly.
amen, sister. amen.