On hard days

Some days are just....hard.  When the 1 year old and 2 year old are both super cranky and want the one and same Momma all to themselves (and there is only 1), when most of the day is spent training and praying and breathing deep, I want to remember their faces.  I want to remember the glee upon discovering the swiss house Papa constructed, the delight that comes from playing sweetly together, the wonder of waterfalls and flowers, of yogurt and bike rides, for Psalm 23 recitations and fall afternoons.  I pray for a thankful heart for these gifts, my children, and for amnesia when it comes to teething, crying, fussing. :)