Usually these three cherubs are scattered throughout the house. One playing lego, one getting changed for the 47th time per hour and another, the littlest, pitter pattering after the bigger ones - emptying draws of their contents or chewing on discarded pieces of small coloured plastic.
Usually they're running and jumping and fort building. Talking and yelling and singing and screaming. But from time to time they gather together at our beaten up kitchen table. Their movements slow, their speech quietens and they focus in, enjoying the warmth of the sun on their skin.
Lately these three have been driving their mumma to distraction. Running naughty rings around me as I spin and shout and get no where. They've been testing my patience and my sanity. Some days all I can do is shed a quiet tear as they conquer me but on this day, I looked at those perfect little people and all was forgiven.
Funny how they can do that isn't it?
A nod to their Creator.