A reminder

Boys are found everywhere -- on top of, underneath, inside of, climbing on, swinging from, running around or jumping to.

Mothers love them, little girls hate them, older sisters and brothers tolerate them, adults ignore them and Heaven protects them.

A boy is Truth with dirt on its face, Beauty with a cut on its finger, Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair and the Hope of the future with a frog in its pocket.

I saw this on another blog recently, and thought it was a sweet look at all a boy is. Seth is going through a rough patch right now -- we're not sure we have the source figured out -- but we're dealing with fits of "I only want my mommy, and she needs to hold me, rock me, and let me chew on her hair, otherwise I'll just sit in my crib and scream." And did I mention these have been for the last two nights, between the approximate hours of 1 am and 3 am?

Jim finally got him back to sleep last night, but my mind and body are both feeling the effects of interrupted sleep, during a very crazy, stressful week at work. My prayer is just that I remember this is a phase, he is only 9 months old, and all too soon will come a day when he is telling me I need a hair intervention, rather than it being his lovey.