#2.  I'm sorry my son will liekly present you gifts that look like a 5 year old wrapped them.  (We spent so much time exploring the depths of what makes us who we are on the inside, that we never gave much attention to the wrappers in life.  Instead, we'd spend hours creating the perfect gift that would be a demonstration of the great love that burns inside us.  That attention to detail just never made it to the outer packaging.)

#3.  I'm sorry if my son ever tosses a frozen bag of broccoli to you from across the grocery aisle, or tosses a sponge across the kitchen, or makes up ridiculous clean up songs.  (This was my attempt to infuse a bit of joy into the tedium of chores.)

#4.  I'm sorry that the background noise in your home when you have children will likely be basketballs being dribbled all over your hardwood floors.  (we picked activity over screens when it was within our parenting power.  It made some pretty great ball handlers in the process and a lot of fun memories.) 

#5.  I'm sorry my son will likely make your kitchen a disaster with trying new recipes and cooking up the feasts they are all equipped to do.  (We spent more time in the kitchen together than any other place.  It's where we laughed, argued, cried, debated, danced, and made our best memories with our people as we did life together.). 

 So Tad and Freya, I close by praying the blessings of the Lord over you.  May you know Him deeply, as you navigate this complicated thing we call life.  May you cast your eyes to heaven, knowing this is where all our hope comes from!  May the Lord bless you and keep you and cause His face to smile upon you!  

Love, Momma