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"Behold, children are a gift of the LORD, the fruit of the womb is a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of one's youth. How blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them; they will not be ashamed when they speak with their enemies in the gate."


Psalm 127:3-5


I woke up this morning before the alarm clock went off and went about my morning routine. I woke the boys up and laughed as they pulled their "mummy risen from the dead" routine. As Robbie walked by me he paused to hug my leg and say, "Mornin' Daddy". Devon said good morning and started brushing his teeth. Once I had seen to it that they were doing what they needed to do to prepare for the day I woke up Alexandra. I took her out of her crib and carried her downstairs. She fussed a little bit, but fell back asleep as I descended the stairs. I lay her on the bed and began changing her diaper....for the longest time she just stared at me with her eyebrows furrowed. I looked at her and had to think to myself, "What is she thinking about?" I put a clean diaper on her and began to dress her. Suddenly, and without cause or warning she broke out in the most beautiful smile and began laughing a little bit. I said, "What are you laughing at Ms. Muffet?" She smiled all the more.... My wife came in the room and took Alex and began to comb her hair....I really suck at the braiding and the pony tails but I am getting better.... Upstairs I heard the playful fighting that always goes on between the brothers. It is the morning routine, but I never get tired of it. No matter whether or not we are on time or running late. Every day I am guaranteed to see a Michael Jackson "Billie Jean" dance move impression by Robbie, and I am guaranteed to hear a rendition of "Hot Crossed Buns" on the recorder by Devon... lol.... A musician and a dancer. I wonder what Alex is going to be? :-) This morning I thought about what a wonderful blessing that children are, and I had to wonder how anyone could ever do something to hurt a child. I hear about people abusing children, neglecting, children, and even killing children. I just don't see how anyone could do such a thing. People say children are a gift from God, and they most certainly are. I think everyone should take more time to appreciate what they have been blessed with.

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