On the Fourth Day of Christmas...

God gave to me...

Belly laughs.

There is something so sweet about a good belly laugh with my children. Tonight Jackson alarmingly said, "Oh, no! Those arms look so bad with those spots on them!"

I, at first, had no idea what he was talking about. It did not take long for me to follow his gaze and realize he meant the freckles on my arms!

I explained, "Those are just freckles!"

He said, "What?! How did you get those frinkles?!" (He pronounced them just like wrinkles but with an "f".)

I just about wet my pants, and those are the moments when time stands still, and you just want to stay there forever!