While I snuggled Missy in for a nap, Ty and Sweet Boy got to work (LJ is not the sit down and do type).
I didn't pay much attention to what they were writing, except for the occasional, "Mom! How do you spell --", but when they proudly brought me the finished project, my eyes swelled with tears.
Ty only has limited knowledge of what Sweet Boy's first life was like and, truthfully, I don't think Sweet Boy associates any of his trauma with his first mom. She was out of the picture most of the time, so there is a genuine disconnect in their relationship.
Their little book was such a reflection of love at its purest.
Ben and I are not perfect people and we, certainly, miss the mark when it comes to parenting a lot of the time. But, we are purposeful when it comes to our philosophy on love.
We love without condition or border.
All our deserving without exception.
And our measurement of choice is super-sized wheelbarrows.
Each boy took turns writing, while the other boy illustrated. Ty did the cover.
Sweet Boy did the first page.
They switched on and off for about a dozen more.
They told her all about our family and the things we like to do.
It was the ending that got me the most.
They wanted to make sure Miss J knew that she was loved by Jesus.
I love the way our kids love.
Sometimes it's Daniel in the whale or Jonah and the giant - they're learning their way through the Bible. Their theology will come in time, but love is demonstrated, now. The way we talk and pray and extend ourselves to others, shows our babies what true religion is all about.
When I flipped through the pictures from our photo session, I cried in awe over every one. God has never failed our family and his story of love is carried through each of these lovies.