We’d told him it was bedtime and he needed to stay in his room. So he did.
She’s not afraid to play soccer with the boys…even in a dress and pink boots.
On a zip line, inner tube and upside down county fair ride, I learned my sweet 9 year old is fearless.
Today I’m headed to the Relevant Blog Conference in Pennsylvania. I’ll miss my precious kids. Somehow I’m sure they’ll be 5 years older and 2 feet taller by the time I get back. I’ll miss their goofiness, their thoughtful hugs, and their valiant attempts to each spinach bravely.
So will you do me a favor? Will you drink in all the sweet, crazy, soul refining minutes with your little ones this week?
Because these small things, masquerading as insignificant, these are the moments that make Motherhood.Leave a Comment