The Corners are Full

It has been a very, very long time. I've missed writing.  The material has not been lacking.  Rather, our corners full.  Full? you say.
Yes, full.  

Several months ago, I sent Wade to the corner. (Yah, I'm old school like that) :)  Truth be told it is beneficial for all parties involved.  It helps me cool off evaluate the situation before proceeding and keeps the children safe. (I jest, well, sort of.....)
Moments later he returned with a wicked grin (remember during Mama's cool off time, all grinning is wicked!), "Sorry, Mom but the corners are full."
"Full? Of what?!" I sputter, "You had better find one and fast!"
"Really, Mom.  They are full!"
Spinning on my heel, I scan the corners and full they were.  Of baby dolls.  Placed there by my roll- playing two year old.  Oh the humility.

It's in those moments when you want so badly to be mad that you look into the faces of 3 giggling  cherubs that you know what full corners really are.
The corners of our hearts are indeed filled.
Filled with gratitude for Jesus' shed blood.
Filled with awe at God's magnificent creation.
Filled with wonder at the miracle of life.
Filled with love for each other.
Filled with thanksgiving for family, friends and a church family.
Filled with joy for each milestone reached.
Filled with frustration for the unmet expectations.
Filled with anxiety for the unanswered questions.
Filled with hurt for the broken hearted.
Filled with aching for growth.
Filled with sadness for fatherless.
Filled with thanksgiving for each day.
Filled with hope for a new tomorrow.
Although not an inclusive list, you get the picture.
God has been and is good.

Wyatt 
Is so much like his Daddy and SO happy about it!  He's witty, creative and loves to irriate, cuddle and snuggle his sisters.  Wade remains his partner in war and peace.  He's a cool kid.
 

 Turned 7! in June.

Loves Minecraft.

 And his sister.

 And picking his nose beans!

Work for Dad and Mom is pretty tough.

 

Want him happy? Let him engineer an underground bunker....

or tell him to "Go outside and play" and you'll find his nose in a book.

 Welcome to First Grade!

Wade-o
Is our clown.  He's the hard worker and ready to tackle (literally and figuratively) almost any project.  Wade likes his sandwich cut in half, not folded! and has a definite opinion about his world.  He can rock baby dolls with the best of them and ten minutes later be caught tying them to a rocket. Always thinking this lad is.

 He said good-bye to preschool.

 And hello to babysitting!

 And snuggling.

 

 But he's not afraid of being his own man!

 

 Or to bashful to dance in the rain.

Or afraid to get dirty for that matter.

 Hello Kindergarten.

Willow

She's still not sure.....is it more fun to tumble with the boys or squeal at their antics?!  She's the mother hen.  If she's not tending to her orphanage of babies she hi-ya-ing with the ninjas.   Willow is independent and two.  She makes us laugh.

 But a Daddy's buddy to be certain!

 Taking care of sis.

 And snitchin'.

Wren  Is our littlest birdie.  And everybody's favorite.   She's everything a ONE year old should be.  Smiley, giggly, snugly and sweet.  She's a twinkler and a gift to us.  Wren was diagnosed with left hemispheric Cerebral Palsy and has been doing occupational and physical therapy since April.  We have seen considerable improvement in the use her left hand as a result of Constraint Induced Movement Therapy (her right hand was mitted for 30 days to increase use of her effected hand). She defiantly has a determined nature, the busiest schedule AND the best smile.....

God's fingerprints and handiwork are all over these little creatures. 
Now you can see why our corners are full.