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know this my sons & daughters

There are so many many things I want my children to know.

(Jesus’ saving love.  The parts of speech.  How to look people in the eyes when they speak.  The times tables.  Their family’s history.  What makes a work of literature great.  How to climb a tree.  The love of a good dog.)

my boys.

But.

In its simplest form,

I want my kids to know that

I like them.

That I really truly genuinely like them.

I’m glad they exist.

still working on the photo skills - but i'd call this progress.

They are not, never have been, will never be

a burden to me.

I want them to remember more days of laughter than tears.

More days of sunshine than gloom.

But I cannot control circumstance nor situation nor memory itself.

no zeke was harmed in the taking of this photo.

I want my children to know

deep down, bone marrow deep, and as settled as their own heart’s pumping of their own life force blood

that their momma liked them.

Because

I really really do.

this one. this picture makes me happy.

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