Winning.

I fail hourly as a parent. If you say you don't too, then I think you're lying. But sometimes, just sometimes we have those moments where everything lines up in the world, and you can't hardly breathe because the pieces of the puzzle just match up so perfectly, and your heart swells so big that you think your chest is going to explode.

I had two of those moments today.

We've been visiting new churches for a few months now, and the mice haven't really adjusted well to the frequent change (LM specifically). They were with us for the first part of "Big Church" at the particular church we visited today, and we were singing worship songs at the very beginning, and I could barely stand it to see my kiddos singing at the top of their lungs, praising our Father- because they knew the words from one of our cds we listen to in the car.

And then there's dinner, where LM scarfed down some butter noodles I made for her. As in, practically licked her plate clean. She's not much of an eater. Parenting win: pureed cauliflower. Don't judge me. Or do, I don't care. It's the only fruit or vegetable she ate today.