I have six kids. Yep. Six. Breathe. It is okay. When I slow down and look at them, I am mesmerized. They grow in flesh, mind and soul with nothing but grace propelling their march forward. That is the truth for all of us. We are gracegrown. Every step through the ins and outs, ups and downs, over and unders that come with big-family operations are taken by my partner-in-crime and myself clumsily and imperfectly. We do so, however, with abandon. We are all in. Thankfully, there is plenty of grace to share because we have lots of growing to do ourselves.