As I cleaned out my purse last night, pulling out the utterly embarrassing amount of trash, squashed crackers, and dusty pennies I found a memory card from my camera.
And looking back at the pictures from three months ago just reminded me that I only get one chance at this.
I only get one shot at raising these three amazing girls to be extraordinary adults.
And then I might have had a little freak out.
Because God trusted me to raise them. Me? The one that can find a miniature funnel in my purse (true story) but can’t find my brain most days?
It’s a good thing that God gave me Mr. Byrd to help raise these things. He keeps their ice cream desires fully supplied and overlooks the pit known as my closet.
Now excuse me while I make Princess Girly Girl give me a back massage because that’s good parenting right there. We’ll just file that under the “employing a sense of hard work within them” file.
