love each other, and i think, "wow, this is awesome! i must be such a great parent!" and then the next minute they are arguing over who gets the last of the cocoa krispies, or whose turn it is on the computer, or do you really need a logical reason to argue? and the next thing you know, someone is running crying out of the room. it is exhilarating and frustrating and wonderful and irritating and deflating all at the same time. it keeps me focused on jesus, not my ability to do it all right. i keep loving them and trusting him, who knows the end from the beginning, 