So M has what I thought was a totally dorky book called "God gave us you." And I was reading it to her and I suddenly GOT it...it's not about the kid feeling special or whatever because God gave them to us...it's about God giving this particular kid to us. Or to me, in fact, which is why it hit me. I have been really irritated with her lately and frankly not wanting to be around her at all. I try to but she's just sort of insufferable in the way that three year olds are I guess, and it is SO hard to be patient and I just suck at it, and blame her a lot, more than I should probably. Anyway, we were reading the book and I just got tears in my eyes thinking that maybe God gave this particular kid to ME for a reason. I probably prayed for patience at some point or generosity or something like that and now I get to practice it on a daily, hourly...let's just say, all the f-ing time.

Because God gave me her. Because God gave me her. If you read it to your kids, you'll see what I mean.