This is what things are like
at my house. I have a toddler. She runs around in her diaper. (At least it’s cute, right?) She also likes to throw tantrums. (This picture was taken whilst her screaming “NOOOOOO” and burying her head into my chair.) She will eat like I have never fed her before at one meal, and then not touch a bite the next.
She dances and sings and laughs with abandon.
She spontaneously will burst out with an, “I love you” for no particular reason.
She is mine. And, for better or for worse I thank God for her. She tests my every boundary. The boundaries of my patience, the boundaries of experiencing joy, and the boundaries of loving someone that is both incredibly lovable and unlovable all wrapped up in one crazy package.
