I remember having to stiffle a groan (sometimes I couldn't even help myself) every time Forest would say, as an after thought, that she would need her bottle after all. This would be just after we've washed up, said our prayers and finished reading a bedtime story. This would be right around the time when we're just about to sleep and my body settling down for the much needed break.
Yet now, here I am - wishing I'm back home and making Forest her dede. Sigh, this is tough.
God, grant me the grace to bear this cross. Hold me and my lovedones close to Your heart. Keep us all safe and protect us from temptation. I miss my little ones.
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