Ice Cream Sunday

I was at the computer Sunday afternoon while the kids were happily playing in the playroom(aka garage). Paul was outside doing some much needed yardwork. In the background I could faintly hear the song of the ice cream man coming. Paul opened the front door and said "You want to?". I said "You have money?" ...."Yep". ....."OK". He ran to catch the truck while I ran to get the kids. Calm cool and collected I walked into the garage and said "Yea, so I am going to the ice cream man. " I then turned and bolted to the front door. I could hear eight footsteps right on my heels. I swung open the front door and they charged out to meet daddy by the truck. I instantly burst into tears. To think that God has intrusted all of these precious people to Paul and me is incredible. They are all so amazing each in their own incredible way. I love being their mama.