Quiet. Not a sound in the house other than my fingers gliding across this keyboard. Ahhhh... as much as I love to hear the kids playing, talking, and laughing, I also love the complete silence when they are sleeping. Actually, Emma is at My Gym this afternoon and G is napping. Well, she is supposed to be napping... now she's calling my name which means she probably dropped a stuffed animal or blanket on the floor and can't reach it. Isn't that about like the life of a Mama? Just when you sit down to blog for the first time in three months AND you start to write about quiet, then your two year old has an issue. It's that kind of thing that really grates on my nerves and pushes my patience to its limits. That's totally why we need a good, loving, and forgiving God. One who lets us start fresh each morning (each moment if we really need to). A Lord who loves us so much that He doesn't want us to remain the same- He wants us to grow and change as we realize the plans that He has for us. So, this blog post is interupted by my two year old blessing and that's OK with me today. I'll try to start again tomorrow.