Gratitude Friday...

So you know how you start off a week with all these glorious plans, like writing and maybe ironing the ginormous pile of laundry (hypothetically, of course), and then life happens and the plans well, don't?

Right.

It's been a rough week round here.  Not sure if you're aware but Aubrey Kate is three.  

All.  Kinds.  Of.  Three.

For real.

She's doing this testing boundaries thing and it is just pure joy.  

Then she's started doing this bizarre potty thing where she manages to sit on the potty and STILL pee-pee on the floor.  Honestly, it's a masterful trick.  I cannot for the life of me figure out how she's doing it.  I mean, I think it's happening because she's not keeping her legs closed but there has to be more to it than that.  Some sort of gymnastic feat with her hips.  

If I could figure it out, maybe I would one, be able to correct her behavior and two, figure out if she's doing it on purpose.  

Thus we have spent the last couple of days learning how to clean the floor.  

Except when she did it at Target.  No way she was touching that floor.  I did it there.  

And then scrubbed my hands in the scalding water while holding Rhys and keeping Aubrey Kate from pulling every single paper towel out of the dispenser.  

Go ahead and giggle.  I get it.

Thank you, Target, for having hot water.

And so, I confess I have things to say, thoughts on my heart and stories needing to be documented.

(Can totally see a time when y'all get tired of me documenting everything on the blog instead of scrapbooking.  Just prepare yourself.)

Instead of doing all those things, I'm gonna share this song.  I adore music.  That's where it's at for me.  A friend said that's where God heals her and I would agree with that as well.  Worship.  Can't beat it.  

If I were to write a song, I'd pretty much write this one.  Seriously, these folks wrote my heart.  

We dedicate Rhys this weekend.  I've been busily cleaning and decorating and planning a brunch menu because honestly, I am so humbled.  Just the thought of our family, friends and church praying over my precious, miraculous, joyous son is unbelievable.  I have to stop myself from thinking about it too much or I will simply break down crying.  

At which moment the boundary-pushing-peeing-on-the-floor-beautful-sweet-miraculous three year old will tilt her head, furrow her brow and say, Momma, are you sad?  

And then I will cry more. 

Hypothetically.  

Because, Father, I am so undeserving.  Of Your love.  Your grace.  Your mercy.  

All I can do is say, Thank You.  

I could write a love song
Tell You what I think You wanna hear
But it wouldn't be good enough, no
Yea I could try so hard
To give it everything I've got
But I'm not ever gonna measure up

[Chorus]
All I can do is thank You
For this life I never deserved
Wanna thank You for the grace
I know I don't have to earn
You love me, You love me
Your mercy is proof
All I can do is say thank You
All I can do is say thank You

It would have been easy
But I'm glad You never walked away
Cause Your love runs deep for me
And I see this beautiful world
And it brings tears in my eyes
And I think it's beautiful to be free

[Chorus]

(Thank You)
For hope, for love, for all the ways You move
(You)
For everything You do
(You)
What else can I say but thank You
Thank You

I could write a love song
Tell You what I think You wanna hear
But it wouldn't be good enough

[Chorus]

All I can do, all I can do, all I can do
Is say thank You
All I can do, all I can do, all I can do
Is say thank You