This morning when preparing to paint the trim in the front room Matt asked me how long I thought it would take before somebody got into it. Our 2 year old Little Buddy was standing there and said,”What paint, Daddy?” Matt said,”The paint I’m going to paint.” Confused Little Buddy said,”You didn’t paint me, Daddy, Mama did.” Intrigued Matt said,”When did Mama paint you?”
Our Little Buddy smiled and replied,”When her had me and I came out. When I was borned, Mama painted me.”
So true. I did paint you, Little Buddy.
It’s one of the privileges that God bestowed on Mamas through the miracle of pregnancy and birth. To get a glimpse, to participate in the creation of His world. To love enough to create. To paint something as beautiful as this.
I’m so thankful God let me help “paint” you, Sweet Boy.
