My children

I love my children, but there is nothing like the baby of the bunch, the runt of the litter so to speak. He is my cuddle bear, my sweet baby angel. He adores me, sticks up for me. He calls me "beautiful girl." Today while laying in bed upon awaking, (um, because he crawls into bed with my husband and I pretty much every night), we were talking and I said,"Jude, you're my boy." and he replied, "I not a boy! I just Jude Hezekiah, I'm a kid." ha! Three years old. Then he went on to say, "Harmony's a kid, Eli's a kid..." and I asked,"Am I a kid?" and he said, "Noo, you're a wife!" haha. Love it. He's such a cute character. His giggles sound like music to my ears.
I love my children, but there is nothing like the middle child, especially if you yourself are the middle child. My daughter is the middle child, and she is my princess, my sweet peach, my butterfly. She loves pink and dancing and dolls. And she loves her mama. She's a tiny director, a little mother herself, already filling the role of lady. She fills the whole room with her laughter, and seemingly the whole universe lights up. The other day when I was brushing her hair, she looked up at me sassily and said,"What's my hair made of anyways? Spaghetti?" and we burst into giggles together because it sounded so funny. Another day she came running dramatically up the stairs to me in my room, and she said,"Judebug just kicked me in the eye with his hard toe!" I thought it was so hilarious, I couldn't help but laugh, but she was angry at me for laughing "at her"....Such a girl!
I love my kids but there is nothing like the oldest child. I don't know if it's the fact that we got 5 luxurious years all alone together to bond and get to know each other inside out, that formed some sort of mutual respect, but he knows the moment I am off emotionally, when I walk in a room he can just tell. He comes over to me and puts his arms around me and kisses me or looks me in the eye and says, like a small man,"You need a hug, I think." He is so great! He's my little scientist, my curious bookworm. We have much in common, and yet much that is opposite as well. I think (secretly of course) that he is much smarter than me (okay, it may not be a secret...).
The other day I was really exhausted and he came to me and said, "Tomorrow, I am gonna set the bathroom all up like a salon, and I'm gonna put cucumbers on your eyes, and massage you, and you can take a bath with your lavender salts..." Such an amazing kid. Ahhh, I am a lucky mama.
And then there is my "adopted" children...My small friend Becks, whom I would literally do anything for out of love. God has truly blessed me with the wealth of so much love.