"What color will our little girl be? Pink or brown?"
I was caught off guard by this question and replied to Drew that our little girl would probably be about the same color as him and Isaac.
Drew, seeming a bit doubtful, replied, "Sometimes a family can be different colors."
Sometimes I think about our work here at the home and I can convince myself that I am some kind of martyr for what we do. And then my toddler says that, and I remember that we are so privileged and our lives have all been changed by this home.
Such a good reminder not to bear my blessings as burdens.