“These crazy kids…” 

I find myself saying it a hundred times a day. Sometimes it’s in exasperation, paired with a heavy sigh. Sometimes it’s in anger, like when they leave a LEGO on the floor for my bare feet to find in the middle of the night. More often, however, it’s in awe and amazement of their spirit, their energy, and their capacity to love. 

These crazy kids made me laugh until my stomach hurt. These crazy kids cleaned up their mess without being asked. These crazy kids got all As on their report cards. These crazy kids ate a whole pizza in 5 minutes. These crazy kids…

These crazy kids have my whole heart. Though we may fuss over screen time, fight over homework, and stress over sleep, I wouldn’t change a thing. Crazy is beautiful.