Day 77: Happy Birthday

They are three.  Their birthday has come and gone, and they are officially three.  If you ask them, they'll hold up three fingers (with a great amount of effort on their part) and they will tell you, "I three."  Only it comes out sounding a lot more like "I free."  And to that, I say, "Yes, babies, you are."

All that to say, Happy Birthday my babies.

1 comment:

  1. Precious. Absolutely just precious. "Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings have You ordained strength because of your enemies, that you may still the enemy and avenger." Psalm 8:2


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