Happy Sunday

So, we were in a rush this morning getting out the door so that we could be on time for church.  Pretty typical really.  Seth was working on finding Koper some church shoes that actually fit his feet and I was rushing a very sleepy Ivan into his church clothes because I had to wake him so we could go.  Amongst all the chaos, Koper shared a little ray of sunshine with us all when he told Seth, "I'm so glad I chose you for my Dad, from Jesus."  Just the other day I had read a little tidbit from someone about how just maybe our kids choose us as parents.  Put the two 'coincidences' together and you better believe I was a pregnant pile of gooh.  Add that to the wonderful morning I had watching Weston iron his church clothes and then without being asked, deciding to iron his brother's church clothes, and well, I guess you could say I am a grateful mom. 

I'm grateful for Ivan too, even if he is learning how to hit and bite...