My Warrior is Four

Four years ago, I was decorating our Christmas tree, if you call that Charlies Brown stick a tree, when my sweet Little Buckaroo woke up from his nap and wanted to be snuggled. Now, at 7, he does not take a nap, but thankfully he still likes to snuggle. This is what I looked like, can you guess what happens next?


I am not sure who talked me into prego pictures, but I did it. But, what is even more surprising, I am posting it here on my blog.

I digress.

Littlest Buckaroo came into our lives, read about his arrival and all the fun and chaos that was involved. There is always something with The Park Wife, it is inevitable.


Then, there was Littlest Buckaroo . And, life has never been the same, thankfully.


He is my gentle spirited son that is also strong and fierce. He loves an adventure and looks for a battle to fight.

And, my goodness he is witty and clever. Always has been. He would be the class clown if he was in school.

It has been my honor being his mommy for these past 4 years and I can not wait for the next 50 years or so that I pray the Lord blesses me with to spend with my guys.

Next to marrying my husband, my children are the best thing that I have done in my life. When they look at me I feel the unconditional love that can only be compared to that of what the Lord has for us. They are so pure, so innocent. Everyone is equal to them, they do not know war, famine, terrorism, or hate. They are love.

I praise God not only for entrusting the Buckaroos to my care, but also for the wonders He is working in their lives.

When I look in their eyes I see who I want to be, they are the miracles that God gave me. In them I see the future, when I go to Heaven, I will be remembered through my son’s love.

A blessed mom of a birthday boy,

The Park Wife