The last time we had family pictures taken (thanks again, Butterfly Portrait Studios), I came home with this gem.
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A picture that embodied excellence to me.
A reminder.
A challenge.
A portrait of a good mother.
The mother I am, because that is me in the picture.
But more than the mother I am . . . the mother I want to be. ...continue reading
They weren’t supposed to grow up this fast.
Whatever happened to every moment of every day being filled with little-boy needs and wants?
And whatever happened to all those sleepless nights anyway? I sleep all night now, most nights, and I feel quite spoiled.
Once upon a time, I liked to write. So I started a blog. And I wrote for a while. Then I had babies. And I quit writing.
"I wish I still blogged," I told Eric a few nights ago. "I'd love to read it in five years. Or fifty."
So here’s a post about nothing really . . . nothing but the little boys who aren’t quite my everything, but just about. 🙂 ...continue reading
