Little Bit

Little Bit

Little feet in big shoes.
Little busy no time to lose.
Little prints on clean glass.
Little legs running fast.
Little toes skipping across the floor.
Little sneak going out the door.
Little body pushing to see.
Little questions next to me.
Little messes every where he goes.
Little fun stealing his nose.
Little ears hear what I say.
Little words come back each day.
Little voice in nightly prayer.
Little heart with love to spare.

Love a little louder

Earlier this week Jens woke up and crawled in bed with Terri and said " I love you Mom".
Terri responded in a morning whisper "I love you Jens".
"Mom " says Jens "Do you think you can love me louder?"
I think there is something profound in that.