February 8

I like it when my kids have their friends over. It doesn't happen often at all, but when it does, it just makes me smile to see them interact. It gives me a glimpse into a different part of them that I don't often get to see.

So I rather enjoyed it when, after Brady went on a bike ride, he and Jackson thundered up the stairs from the garage and into the kitchen. And then, after milling about for a few minutes, Brady announced that he wanted to make pancakes. Some low-level drama bubbled up as he realized we didn't have the necessary amount of Bisquick to proceed, but I lickety-split Googled a scratch-recipe, and all was well again.

Adam and I didn't stick around to watch the cooking in action (because we went for a walk on what was finally a nice day outside), but the idea of them in the kitchen getting something done together warmed my heart. 

God didn't create us to live alone, so friendship is a huge blessing. And I'm glad that my kiddos have some good ones to enjoy.