Yesterday was Father's Day. We didn't do much since Jacqueline and I are sick. We skipped church and stayed around the house much of the day. Took the girls to the park, ate Dim Sum for lunch and had ice cream later on in the day--of course, we watched Brazil beat Ivory Coast too!
Jacqueline running wild
And Vivian enjoying a nap as usual! The unbearable heat didn't seem to bother her.
Jacqueline and Vivian are not yet aware of how blessed they are for having Kyle as their father. I enjoy watching him loving on them. He plays on the floor with Jacqueline. She looks so happy and I love hearing her belly laugh as her Daddy horses around with her. She trust him to launch her up in the air. She is so trusting. He holds Vivian with his big strong hands and lays her on his chest. She looks so peaceful and secure. Trust and security now come naturally...in a few years during teenager years and adulthood, they will crave it. They will receive that from him. No doubt. He is a Daddy who will always be there to hold them when they feel like crying. He is a Daddy who will give then words of encouragement when they think they can't do it. He is Daddy who will love them when they think they are unlovable. Jacqueline and Vivian, God has blessed you with the most amazing Dad!!!
I'm living the happiest time of my life. I'm married to the man that I've prayed for and I'm the mother of 2 beautiful tiny little people who have invaded my heart the moment that I laid my eyes on them. I would eat cake every day if I could. I love feeling clean and sometimes event take a shower before working out or going to the beach, I sleep with an "eye sheet", I love smelling my husband, I love coffee with tons of cream, my guilty pleasure is watching Teen Mom and reading "trash" magazines, I have phobia of frogs, I pop my knuckles, love the smell of clean laundry,I often misplace my car keys, phone and wallet. I wish I was more patient. I hope my children one day will accept Jesus as their Savior. I blog because I love taking pictures of my children and writing about what I don't want to forget.
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