If the kids wouldn’t have freaked out, I would have taken a video or a picture of their dancing extravaganza last night to Maggie’s ‘Dove Cameron Radio Station’ on Pandora.
I mean, the boys… who knew they could rave like that!
It was a moment of sheer joy and sweetness. You and I were talking at the table.
The kids were dancing their hearts out.
The music was mildly uplifting at best, fun and harmless at worst.
It was a sweet, perfect, beautiful midweek moment.
These little things… these times when the kids dance so hard, it makes them want to come in and give us hugs and kisses and makes them laugh and smile with each other.
And you and I talking about what’s going on.
These things? That’s what I live for.
I love you.
I won’t make excuses, but it does appear that I didn’t do a very good job at planning the day. I went overboard on the ‘leave mommy alone and give her some chill time’ side of things. We didn’t spend a ton of time together as a family.
But we did have a great breakfast and dinner and you got some nice gifts. And our boys and our daughter went out of their way much of the week to give you sweet things and wish you Happy Mother’s Day and give you sweet little ‘We Love Mommy because…’ booklets.
Just a reminder where it all started…
This was probably more like Mother’s Day:
- Sam’s baseball game.
- Brunch at Cuzi with my parents
- Playground time at our new pool
- Roswell Arts Festival
- Chocolate chip cookies somewhere in there.
It was one of those nice, fun, outdoorsy, sweaty, but sweet Saturdays.
Happy Day Before Mother’s Day!
This happened tonight. I guess he wanted to be closer to us, sweet boy.
I was able to take the afternoon off to go grab lunch with you and the kids at the Downwind Restaurant at the PDK airport.
It was a very, very fun and sweet afternoon.
Playing at PDK
He is risen! (He is risen indeed!)
Glad to celebrate with you and are little hunters.
Thankful that you and I have experienced the truth of the Resurrection. I pray that we live in it and grow in it. And we can lead these three young hearts and minds in it.
And he’s only 6.
He gave your number to his little kindergarten crush.
“Why?” you asked. “For a play-date of course,” he said.
The boy has it bad.
There’s nothing more to say about this than simply posting the picture:
One of the sweetest compliments you could receive
This guy causes a lot of problems. 🙂
(Author’s Note: I’m behind. I admit it. But I don’t want to publish Christmas posts in March, so I’m going to catch up by writing current posts while I fill in the gaps of old – I’ve taken notes and pictures and have some drafts, but I’ve not posted all things because, well, life.)
So we adopted an elf this year, and as you know, the elf (lovingly named Jingles by our daughter who, in your words ’embodies the spirit and wonder of Christmas’) kind of freaks me out on a number of levels.
Jingles seems to be very kind and sweet and undestructive. Let’s hope he stays that way!
Jingles Loves Snoopy’s Piano Stylings