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A new year, new chance to blog - so it's February and maybe I'm a little late getting started but that's okay. There is no time like the present. I have a longing inside of myself to write and this is the easiest way I know how to do it. I have so much in my life to be thankful for and so many moments that I don't want to forget. I want to make sure that I write it down both for myself and possibly even my children one day.

Today I just want to say that I am thankful for God. That seems like a great way to start. I am so thankful for the miracles that he has worked in my life. My children, my husband, my family, my health. These only scratch the surface. How can I possibly thank Him? How can I put into words what I want to say to Him? His peace and presence in my life has forever changed me and I am grateful. Does this mean that I am perfect? Quite the opposite. I am for sure a work in progress but as long as I keep moving forward and keep growing then I hope to reveal His light to the others in my life. That's all I can hope for.

Luke & Brayden are doing wonderfully. Inquisitive, active, curious, playful....they are all things TWO. Including tantrums. Luke seems to have grown fond of this form of communicating. Screaming, kicking the floor, rolling around....lots of that going on here. I think he is going through some sort of developmental milestone so I am trying to be patient. Lucky for him he's cute as a button. His preschool teacher has informed me that he "is quite the stud" at school and "has a different girl following him around every day". I don't know whether to smile or to be scared out of my mind. They tell me he has a "girlfriend". Okay, two + girlfriend = future trouble? We'll see, I suppose. The kid is the spittin' image of his father and paternal grandfather so he doesn't have a shot. Quite the independent one, that kid. He wants to do everything his "self, self, self".

Brayden is quite the talker. He ALWAYS has something to say and that is no exaggeration. It is sooooo cute and his chatter warms my heart. He likes to narrate what is happening in the room. He likes to refer to himself in the third person. He makes me laugh to no end. Especially when he narrates what is going on with his brother "Brother's tired" he'll say in the middle of a tantrum. Or after I've given Luke to the count of 3 to make the "right choice", he'll give his brother kudos by saying, "Brother good choice". So sweet and so funny. These words, these times I cherish. And I don't want to ever forget. Thank you, Sweet Jesus, thank you.