Jake and Luke’s “real” family

Not too long ago during dinner I told my five-year-old bio son that the next day we were going to visit the family through whom God gave us Jake and Luke.

“Oh, you mean Jake and Luke’s ‘real’ family?” he said, innocently.

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Blessings for the bleating heart

My three children are very needy. The focus of this post is not to complain about them (they are a joy), but instead, to confess something about myself: Between working a full-time job from home, breastfeeding, changing poopy diapers/sheets/clothes, getting everyone dressed (except myself), making pb&js, doing laundry, giving baths (occasionally), making dinner, and picking […]