It's no secret that this little dude has my heart.
I just want to kiss his little cheekies all day long!
He says some of the most magical things to me.
He often tells me that I'm beautiful and how much he loves me.
He has such a tender heart and always wants to make sure everyone is included!
He is so funny!
He makes me laugh all the time and it a constant source of smiles.
I had a rough morning on Monday.
And by rough I mean I had all 3 kids crying by 8am because Moma lost it!
They weren't obeying Moma at all. They started chasing each other through the house and screaming while I was in the shower. No one brushed their teeth.
They spent about 45 minutes at breakfast. 45 minutes! It's crazy making.
And I came unglued.
I started yelling at them and I knew I was wrong.
I was angry and just needed to get alone and calm down.
As they all filed into the car to go to school, all 3 were whimpering and sniffling.
As we buckled in and I made it clear that no one was to speak, my little dude disobeyed.
"You need to say sorry Moma."
The mix of emotions choked me.
He was so right. I needed to say sorry in a big way.
Not just to my 3 babies, but to the God who entrusted me with them.
Some of the hardest yet most powerful 3 words to say