My kids love their Mommy.  I can’t blame them…she’s pretty amazing.  It’s safe to say she’s their favorite.  I think I’m alright with that…she’s my favorite too. 

Outside of Dr. Mario and MarioKart Wii, I’m smart enough to not get competitve with Crystal.  (For the record…even after years of practice, she will still beat me 9 games out of 10 at Dr. Mario…but MarioKart is another story.  I can utterly destroy her…blindfolded.)

I’m almost 4 years into this Daddy gig.  I love it.  Every day is a reminder of how much I have to learn.  I say this all the time, but watching a child grow and develop is fascinating, even when it is their negotiation skills that they are honing.  The innocence, creativity, imagination, and preciousness of a child is staggering if you pause long enough to appreciate it.  When they are yours, you think everything they do is incredible.  So it seems reasonable that I would want Ezra and Calla to believe Daddy can do anything, fix anything, and make everything right.  So its often that I will catch myself trying to convince my children that I am almost as awesome as their Mommy…some days it works, while others not so much.  Its probably harmless, considering my attempts are well intended and are really just me trying to show them how much I love them.

Basically, it just feels good when they choose me.  There’s something about that moment and what it does to your insides.  It changes you…reminds you that you’re not just living for yourself.   

I believe its all by design.  I believe my children teach me more about the way God loves me that anyone…and the way He feels when I choose Him. 

I pray I always choose Him.