*missing*

I simply love hearing *missing* laughter in the playground, watching *missing* play and run around. Seeing how *missing* interact with each other. Everywhere you go these days there are really cute and adorable *missing*. Sleeping in strollers, being pushed along in shopping carts, fast asleep in daddy's arms. Watching *missing* eat is another wonderful experience. Chocolate cake all over a grubby face, or ice-cream dripping down a chubby hand. The other day, I saw a clever little *missing* handling a pair of chopsticks pretty well. I was impressed. Of course *missing* are not always angels and sometimes *missing* can be quite the opposite. But most of the time, parents are to be blamed for creating these little monsters who grow up into big monsters. But all the same, *missing* are a treasure from the Lord, whether parents know it or not.