Running errands, matching socks, Building dreams with wooden blocks, Cooking, cleaning, finding shoes And other stuff that children lose.
Fitting lids on bottled bugs, Wiping tears and giving hugs, A stack of last week's mail to read So where's the quiet time I need?
Yet, when I steal a moment, Lord, Just at the sink or ironing board, To ask the blessings of Your grace, I see then, in my small one's face,
That you have blessed me all the while And I stoop to kiss that precious smile.
~Author Unknown~
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