Again

Mary Elizabeth is a kindergartner now. It's still hard to believe as I watch her little pigtails bob while walking into school holding hands with a friend each morning. She loves it. She's thriving.

John Mark, however, has a new experience too: Lots of time alone with Mama & Daddy. As the third of three children, that time may have been limited before, but he's embraced it in his linebacker way. He loves it. He's thriving. 

He came up—unsolicited—and put his arms around his Mama this week & said, "Ah luh yew vey-ree much, Mama."

"Thank you. I love you too," Melanie replied while giving him a hug. 

He pulled away a bit, then pulled in tight patting her on the back & said, "Ah luh yew 'gehn." 

I love you... again. 

John Mark never stopped loving his Mama. He simply said it again.

How often do I need a love that never stopped?

How refreshing is it when that love is spoken... again?

How great is the love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are!—1 John 3:1 

Again. And again. And again.