- how can he build this snowman with bare hands?
- how can I look at him when he calls me 'mom' with that brand new, deep voice that I don't recognize and not mourn the little boy that used to live here?
- how can I miss him more than he misses me when he's away for the weekend at church camp?
- how can the Lord trust me with something as sacred as nurturing another life, soul, child of His?
- how can I get him to actually wear the beanie we packed for camp next time he's in the cold without me? =)
- how can I ever thank God for giving me this bitter and sweet, joyful and painful, living life to the fullest, taste of parental love?
I wonder...
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