Ezra, lying on my bed, playing with some little guys...lost in thought, "The first shall be last...the first shall be last...the first shall be last..."
And the last shall be first.
Amen, amen, so let it be.
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One of my greatest fears is that I will, little by little, begin to forget the series of seemingly insignificant events of my boys' early years. Perhaps I fear this because I know that these years are THE most formative. On second thought, it's not so much that I fear forgetting but I fear that there will come a day when I do not know my own children. Perhaps my hope is that if I pay attention now...I will know them better then, and in turn, they will know me.
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