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I went with a friend of mine to Davy Crockett State Park today. she has 2 rowdy boys, i have 2 rowdy boys...they are as sweet as they are rowdy but still....today was a day that we designated just for the boys which equates to No Baby girl Allyssa today.

so we spend the day up there and it was fun and exhausting. we left at 6:30am we got back at 8:00pm...so needless to say it felt like we had been seperated all day and then some. when we get home Allyssa is both estatic and mad to see her brothers. see, she knows that we went some place today and she also knows that we went without her little prissy hind end and she isnt liking it AT ALL. Her attitude is pure sass and attitude and we all know full well why she is perturbed...we just ignore it.

to satisfy her i let her get a bath in the "big bath tub" with all her toys AND her brother Brock. she loves to wash his hair. Brock lets her use the whole bottle of shampoo...it gets in his hair, his ear, his face and eyes and all the while she is hurling sassy insults at him...Brock just smiles and i keep on cleaning the bathroom and let her vent....while im in the next room eavesdropping and cleaning they continue to chat and play. i love to listen, and who knows what i might find out.

Allyssa seems to be getting over her mad spell. She and Brock are playing Barbies in the tub, mind you this is an activity that he doesnt boast about to his friends or even his daddy....they are sitting facing each other and Brock says to her, "you know what Allyssa girl?" She says, "what?" (and she says it smarty too) he says, i almost forgot how pretty you was since i left out this morning..you sure are beautiful, are you gonna always be my girl?"....to which she replies, "You got it Brockie."


I walk out of the bathroom a few minutes and give them and myself alittle time. I close my bedroom door and i get down on my knees and i cry and i pray. i cant think of too many words to articulate to the Good Lord, but i feel certain that he knows what is in my heart. I thank him for Allyssa just as she is, and i thank him for giving her two brothers just as they are. i thank him for the eyes in which they see their sister through. They see her through loving, adoring, unconditional eyes. I ask God to please create a heart and soul that belongs to a boy that is going to love her just the same as her brothers and as her daddy and i do. I ask God to give these eyes to someone that is going to love her. i also ask God to create two loving women that have these same eyes in which to see the hearts of my boys. i ask these things for my children and i ask this for all of our children.

For obvious reasons i am bragging a little on facebook about my children tonight. Allyssa is a little different, that is true, but what i know to be true is that all of us have children that are different. It doesnt matter if it is baby arm like Allyssa's, or a crooked smile, or a funny walk, a silly laugh, a chubby belly or hair or skin that isnt perfect...it doesnt matter if it is Cerebral Palsey, or Tay Sachs or Downs Syndrome...it doesnt matter if its a birth mark, IT JUST DOESNT MATTER WHAT THE DIFFERENCE, no matter what the special circumstance...if its our children it hurts us when someone doesnt love them. it hurts when everyone else doesnt see the beauty in our children that we as parents see in them. This is a heartbreak that each of us are going to have to deal with...but what God revealed to me tonight is that somewhere some place their is boy that is going to love my baby girl for whats in her heart, and he is going to think she is the most beautiful girl in the world....Brock sure thinks so and so do i.

i love you Brock, Allyssa and Boone...you sure know how to love.