She is our oldest and smallest farm pup! She is one stubborn diva that ensures all other animals fall into line and follow the rules. As she gets older she spends more and more time inside the house but she is always up for a tractor ride and if there is a meat bone around you can bet she will ensure she gets first dibs! 🐶 #farmpuppy#tractorpuppy#smallpup#oldestpup#meetthefamily#farmlife#toymaltese
My sweet fur babies!
Oliver wanting me to stop eating dinner and let him go outside.
Ava waiting patiently and coming my next stop is to go lay down for the night.
Scarlett looking all dirty and not so tiny anymore! She was caught digging a hole in the yard tonight!
These three sweet furry faces are so precious to me! When they look at me with such love in their eyes. Its hard to leave the house without them. Coming home from work to their excitement to see me just melts my heart and makes the long hours I work worth it.
Most days I don’t think to myself, “Wow, I’m a parent now.” Having my babies feels very natural.
But the moments that I do think about parenting, and maybe even laugh about having children, are usually in moments when I have to discipline my boys, in tired moments when I have nothing left to give, and I just want to be alone. It’s during those times that I get a glimpse of myself at my lowest, and my ugliness is heavy and shows its face; it’s in the failure, and in seeing its reflection in my children’s eyes.
Those are the moments I find myself breathing them in. Literally, holding them close and breathing them in. To be present and remember I am sharing my life with them just as much as they are sharing their lives with me.
The most astounding thing about raising children is re-experiencing the world all over again. Learning things all over again, being asked the most profound questions, the simplest of questions with the simplest words that will leave you at a loss for words. How does one explain color? Explain light? Explain geography? Explain love? Explain God?
I know I want the best for them, to allow them to experience all that is good and nothing bad. And if they do experience bad, I don’t want it to be that bad. And then there’s part of me that knows, honestly, one day they will be completely wrecked, and when it happens, I hope that they are able to grow and be renewed and transformed into a truer version of themselves. I hope they don’t become destroyed and lose their wonder.
And in the sadness of processing, I realize that I can help with that and I have the honor of carrying the title of parent. I pray I don’t take it for granted. I pray that each day I get a little bit better at understanding them and serving them well.