I have seen the Pyramids and camped by the Nile River and just maybe a few other things God stuck in my life to bless me. But I was playing a mix of hockey and golf in my living room at 6:30 am because a certain someone was ready to GO. And that certain someone calls me "MaMa". While the other stuff was a blessing, my little Matthew surpases it all. God's Glory is in all the earth and in all his creation, but he pointed out that his kingdom rests in the little children. So while I wake up to God's kingdom every morning, no matter how sticky and messy and least adventerous to the rest of the world my day may look, I will be endlessly thankful and overwhelemed that I get to be called "MaMa" all day. What a privilege.