celebrating the gold in you...
oh my darlings, there really is so much to celebrate in you three.
Your belly laughs and the way both Layla and Hope throw their heads back when you laugh.
I love how we have a drawer of weapons and the two oldest run and grab them as soon as baba growls at them. Littlest one follows suit and toddles far behind but runs to choose a sword also. I love that she has named herself cubby from Jake and the neverland pirates- not Jake or Izzy.
I love that when the movie ends, no matter what movie really, we all jump up and dance to the music. It's just what we do.
I love how free and spirited Layla is while dancing these days.
I love Layla and Sophia running to Hope when Hope stumbles out of her bed and squeezing her tight before they leave for school and how loved that makes her feel.
I love hearing songs that Layla is writing, how her heart is soaring and she is singing to Jesus.
I love that Sophia devotes herself to her art work- which is really coloring and drawing. How focused she becomes and how much of a release it is for her. how she lifted her head up to me and said " I miss all the time I had to color during Christmas break now that I am at school".
I love how full of affection my darlings are. How it flows from them. Telling me how much they missed me, how they snuggle and cuddle Hope and tell her how much they missed her. How deeply they love and adore their baba and tell him all the time.
I love how sleepy, cuddle Hope cuddles me for 30 minutes in the mornings. I want to remember her perfect skin and bright eyes and soft hair and how i asked her who her sleep was...dood. then she paused and smiled up at me and said " how about you? dood..."
How we put adorable shoes on her this morning. The same shoes that two nights ago an exhausted Fia had held up and wept about. Fia found these shoes in Hope's closet and said " Oh mother, I am so sad. I loved these shoes and I never had the chance to wear them and now they are too small". I just empathized but tried not to laugh because she had refused to wear them every time I had asked for almost 6 months. Hope slipped them on this morning with her cute shirt, leggings, and tutu and said " perfect!"
Hope running up to me and then putting her hands on her hip and singing " i got this feeling, inside my bones"- real serious, real focused, real passionate. slay me.
Beyond grateful and delighted in the ways that Layla divulges her days to me. How she told me that there was a fight on the playground and the two different kids were asking whose side was she on. She went through the inner workings of how could not choose either side. "She told them- i am not choosing a side, i love both of you. "
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called children of of God.
Struck with how powerful of a moment this is for her to not choose sides. What a huge thing for this country to see, to take in. Peace making. Lebanon needs it so so so bad.
Hope wanting attention and help at the end of a long evening of the girl's throwing fits. How dramatic and cute she was being as she kept exclaiming and saying " dis is a mess!" "dis is a mess" about her bed. how empathetic and sweet she was to me during the storm of Layla and Hope.
Your belly laughs and the way both Layla and Hope throw their heads back when you laugh.
I love how we have a drawer of weapons and the two oldest run and grab them as soon as baba growls at them. Littlest one follows suit and toddles far behind but runs to choose a sword also. I love that she has named herself cubby from Jake and the neverland pirates- not Jake or Izzy.
I love that when the movie ends, no matter what movie really, we all jump up and dance to the music. It's just what we do.
I love how free and spirited Layla is while dancing these days.
I love Layla and Sophia running to Hope when Hope stumbles out of her bed and squeezing her tight before they leave for school and how loved that makes her feel.
I love hearing songs that Layla is writing, how her heart is soaring and she is singing to Jesus.
I love that Sophia devotes herself to her art work- which is really coloring and drawing. How focused she becomes and how much of a release it is for her. how she lifted her head up to me and said " I miss all the time I had to color during Christmas break now that I am at school".
I love how full of affection my darlings are. How it flows from them. Telling me how much they missed me, how they snuggle and cuddle Hope and tell her how much they missed her. How deeply they love and adore their baba and tell him all the time.
I love how sleepy, cuddle Hope cuddles me for 30 minutes in the mornings. I want to remember her perfect skin and bright eyes and soft hair and how i asked her who her sleep was...dood. then she paused and smiled up at me and said " how about you? dood..."
How we put adorable shoes on her this morning. The same shoes that two nights ago an exhausted Fia had held up and wept about. Fia found these shoes in Hope's closet and said " Oh mother, I am so sad. I loved these shoes and I never had the chance to wear them and now they are too small". I just empathized but tried not to laugh because she had refused to wear them every time I had asked for almost 6 months. Hope slipped them on this morning with her cute shirt, leggings, and tutu and said " perfect!"
Hope running up to me and then putting her hands on her hip and singing " i got this feeling, inside my bones"- real serious, real focused, real passionate. slay me.
Beyond grateful and delighted in the ways that Layla divulges her days to me. How she told me that there was a fight on the playground and the two different kids were asking whose side was she on. She went through the inner workings of how could not choose either side. "She told them- i am not choosing a side, i love both of you. "
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called children of of God.
Struck with how powerful of a moment this is for her to not choose sides. What a huge thing for this country to see, to take in. Peace making. Lebanon needs it so so so bad.
Hope wanting attention and help at the end of a long evening of the girl's throwing fits. How dramatic and cute she was being as she kept exclaiming and saying " dis is a mess!" "dis is a mess" about her bed. how empathetic and sweet she was to me during the storm of Layla and Hope.
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