I am sitting here with tears streaming down my face as I think about what a blessing Gentri is to me. She was the tiniest thing I had ever seen, and also the strongest. She wanted to run the day she was born and once she could, she never stopped. She is strong-willed and stubborn (which I love, my dad says she is like me) and also the sweetest thing to ever come to my life. When I was pregnant with Ashton and so tired, she helped me with the laundry and handed me dishes from the bottom rack so I wouldn't have to bend over. My beautiful tender mercy. When I have had as much as I can take, suddenly I hear them giggling so hard they can't breathe, chasing and tickling each other. My beautiful tender mercy. When she is sad, she crawls into my lap and lets me hold her. Suddenly everything feels ok, and I am so happy to hold this precious girl: My beautiful tender mercy. Today I am sick like Ashton and I set him down (I have been holding him most of the day) just to go to the bathroom. He cries the saddest cry and she says, "I can hold you Ashton." She tries to pick him up and carry him, he starts to smile and she tells him she will go find him a toy. My beautiful sweet tender mercy. I hope that I can help her as much as she has helped me. I have grown in patience (I want to be MORE patient) and love the last three years we have been together. I love this little girl more than I can say. She has been my angel from the Lord and I am so grateful for her.
