At the End of the Day...
Like a lot of siblings, Gracie and Sam fight - over toys, over food, over whose toenail touched who. The stuff that will drive a non-crafty mama to do crazy things like bust out a pinterest behavior chart. But at night, I find myself looking that their little cherub faces, cuddled up like bear cubs, and thanking the Good Lord above that they are mine. Rinse and Repeat. At the end of the day, Lord I pray, for a life that's good.