I am sure that every mother feels this way but there is just something about my two that seems extra special.
Olivia Grace is my drama queen that is sometimes misunderstood. She is my long awaited little miracle. She is my singing, dancing princess that loves to play dress up, have tea parties and teach school to her babies. She is a girly girl that likes making mud pies, enjoys playing baseball and wants so badly for her best buddy, Peyton, to teach her how to shoot his gun. She is caring, understanding of others, helpful, always asking questions, loves to learn, sometimes argumentative but usually with a good point, independent, nurturing, artistic, honest, strong willed (or you might say stubborn) but at times timid. She is the best daughter I could have asked for and I am so thankful that the Lord has allowed me to be her mom.
Carter is my granny's prayer for me. He is who my granny said would complete my family. "All you need now is a little boy", she would say. He melts my heart with his shy, held back grin that can light up the darkest day. He is my silly, easily embarrassed, bouncing little boy. He is just like his momma. He is a wild little monkey around anyone he knows but as shy as he can be around others. He is handsome with his brown hair and brown eyes. He is loving, rambunctious at home, sensitive, timid, quiet, shy, passive but mischievous at times. He is definitely a momma's boy. He has been the one I worry the most about. He had colic, acid reflux and is now a bit delayed socially and with his speech. All his grunting and signing has become endearing. He knows how to sign please, thank you, more and all done. Within the last week, he has learned how to say mah-mah (momma), daa-daa (daddy), balllllll (ball) and bahk-bahk (what the chicken says). He will soon be getting speech and I am confident that the Lord is taking care of him. I am so thankful to have been chosen to be his mom.