Even though our dear daughters may cause us many sleepless nights and harried days, they have also taught us so much about love and forgiveness. Lately Brooklyn has become the "peacemaker" in our home. If Jason and I ever get short in our conversations with each other, Brooklyn immediately jumps in with, "Mommy, Daddy, I'm sorry." She has learned the incredible power of a sincere apology.
The other day Jason and I got into a rather immature tiff in which I tactlessly employed the ultimate of all insults by telling him "You're a dork" (sounds like an elementary school playground, huh.) Pride damaged, Jason responded in kind by saying, "No, you're a dork." All of a sudden Brooklyn stands up in her chair and announces, "I'm the dork!" We couldn't help but stop and laugh at ourselves. With our two-year old being the only one acting like a responsible grown-up, it's been a good reminder to always use the language of love.
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