My Little Family

I have been marveling at the relationship developing between my children lately. Andrew wakes up in the morning, usually to the sound of Anna saying, "Mommy. Mommy. MOMMY!", and he will often come in and ask me if I want him to go get her. I usually grunt something out like, "Huh? Mmm. Yeah. Sure. Thanks, bud." Then, from the next room, I can hear a conversation that goes something like this:

"Good morning, Anna! How did you sleep?"

"Good."

"Do you want to go see Mommy?"

"Sure."

"Do you need brother to get anything for you?"

"Um, sure. Wanna come with me, Andrew? Watch a movie in Mommy's room? K? Come with me."

"Do you want to go pick out a movie from the living room Anna?"

"Um, okay."

All the while, I am still in bed, grinning at how sweet Andrew is acting and at how well Anna is receiving it. Andrew will take her out into the living room and help her pick out a show sometimes, and then they both come padding down the hall in their jammies and climb into bed with me for a few minutes.

Motherhood can be so amazing sometimes. :)

I should note that in the same day, Anna will hit Andrew as hard as she can and then laugh hysterically when he says, "Ow, Anna!" Then, if he tries to play with her while she is really focusing on a toy, she just starts screaming at the top of her lungs, "NO, Andrew. That's MY's!" (Apparently the word "mine" doesn't fit into her vocabulary just yet.) Even though these bits of interaction occur just as often as the sweet ones, I am deciding today to focus on the ones that make my heart want to melt and my eyes well up with tears of thankfulness and love. Praise God for children!