April 13

Sometimes, when all is quiet and calm, I zone out and just relish the silence.

And then I tune back in and realize that the boys are using their hands and armpits to make an array of fart noises at the dinner table.

Those are the moments when I smile to myself and think "praise the Lord that we're here together and that they're still growing." Because strange noises aside, I'm always grateful for that truth.