Forget the shopping list for Target (of random necessities that I know I'll forget) on the kitchen table.
Forget to remind both boys to go potty before we leave.
Forget to put shoes on baby as we go to get his first hair cut.
"I forgot to put baby's shoes on! What kind of mother am I?" I mutter, irritated at myself.
Without missing a beat Noah says, "You're a good mother."
I don't know if I've ever felt more thankful for such a compliment before in my life.
After dropping Noah off for school without a minute to spare, I hear Carter say a prayer as we drive away, "Father God, please help Noah not to have any seizures or coughing at school and that he has a won-der-ful day. In Jesus Name I pray. Amen."