There are moms all over the world, who will wake up tomorrow, on Mother’s Day, and it will be just like any other day. Diapers, breakfast, cartoons, no sleeping in…business as usual. There will be no homemade cards, no pasta necklaces or breakfast in bed because the kids are too young to know or care.
We still have this bag, it is still filled with loose Lego pieces that may never get put back together, but he has the pieces and for him, that seems to be enough. It’s still his and Luke’s. It all made sense.
…I had to take a minute to process how profound his thoughts are. I could hardly believe how perceptive he was of the situation and how truly thoughtful he was in regards to it, how reflective.
Don’t be cautiously happy, just be happy!
This was an every other weekend, weekend. Jack came home around 6:00, he had already had dinner and brought quite the cough home with him. The only thing he wanted to do was lay in Mommy’s bed and watch a movie. So, here we are. Laying side by side, and I realized just how big my… Continue reading This moment…