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But I have so many little things that I am afraid I will forget.  So many little moments that make me smile, or touch my heart…and I want to "count" them as blessings.

1. Samuel loves for me to sing "Twinkle, Twinkle" to him as we sit in the rocking chair, before bed, at night.  But he wants to hold my hands while I sing it because I do the motions, and he always laughs as we do it together.  He sits in my lap facing me while we rock.  It is my favorite part of the day with him.  We laugh, and play, and cuddle, and rock, and sing.  Tonight I was talking to him and he kept grabbing my hands.  Finally I realized he was trying to tell me to sing "twinkle".  And he was so pleased when I finally got it…he giggled and grinned.  Then when it was time to wind down and really go to bed, I cradled him and sang a hymn.  He just stared at me and was perfectly still.  So I sang another, and another, and another.  I sang every hymn I could think of.  And he just stared and listened, all cuddled up in my arms.  It was precious, and priceless.

2.  Caleb was singing his own version of the song "You Had a Bad Day" this afternoon.  It was actually quite clever…something about turning your frown upside down.  But he sang and sang all thru the house.  And then I heard him tell Jacob "if I was on stage at a concert, the girls at my preschool would go crazy.  They would love me!"  🙂

3.  Jacob was at a birthday party on Saturday Night at The Zone, a fun local place with laser tag, bounce houses, arcade, etc.  He apparently got kicked in the face at one point and had a swollen lip and cut.  But he was tough… and endured the party.  When I went to pick him up, I got his attention and told him it was time to go.  He took one look at me and just melted…quiet tears.  I think he was so relieved to see me and know I would take care of that big, fat lip.  The same thing happened today.  He played the piano in front of a judge.  He did 7 pieces, all memorized…with no one else in the room.  He was completely calm and collected going in to it.  And I was so proud of him.  When he walked out, I had my back to him.  When I heard him, I turned around and he gave me the biggest grin and wrapped his arms around my neck.  I think he was so relieved to have it over.  It's good to know that despite the tough 8-year-old exterior sometimes, he's still a momma's boy.

I love these boys.