I want my sons to know the feeling The feeling of cool green grass between their toes The sweet breeze dancing through the trees Across their smiling faces I want to my house to be full of laughter echoing through the halls Hugs and kisses Imagination running wild I want the small joys that life … Continue reading Small Joys
I just wanted to tell you, I have been there. I have been exactly where you were at. I have been standing in line with a tired toddler who has had enough. I have felt the glares from the other customers who have no idea. Or they have forgotten what it is like to have … Continue reading To the mother at Wal*Mart with the screaming child….
Pickle has begun pulling himself up to the standing position. It is a bittersweet transition for me. I am happy that he is making these kind of milestones. Yet it sting a little because he is my last baby. Not that I am ready to be done. Given the opportunity I would have another baby. … Continue reading Day 7: Taken from above
