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’m 43 and you’re not.
I’ve been thinking over the last few days that we have one shot at this life we’re living.
We have one pass through our children being at the exact ages they are now. We’ll have one shot at it when they’re 8, 9, 10, 11, 15, 16, 18, 21, 25, 30, 35, and so forth.
You and I are in this together for the long haul. Let’s do it well. Let’s do it all on purpose.
Let’s build something together that is full of hope, sweetness, joy, and fun. Let’s take chances. Let’s love our kids and do stuff that we don’t want to do as parents (like that Capture the Flag game) because we know we’re planting seeds that will grow our relationships.
Let’s be intimate even when we both feel fat.
Let’s plan and plot and scheme to have the best lives we possibly can to influence each other, our children, and send ripples out far beyond.
We signed up to do this together. Let’s do it.
…with a sewing machine.
You made her the purse she’s been begging for!
And it do look good!
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. 🙂
Jake climbed in bed with us some time during the deep sleep art of the morning.
He’s much bigger than I remember him being the last time he climbed into our bed. Plus he snored. Now I know a little how you feel although I’m sure his snoring is cute while mine is like a steam train.
It was sweet having him there. It was fun getting up and seeing the two of you sleeping peacefully and sweetly, soft breathing and snuggles.
I love you and know that you are an awesome mom. Just seeing you with them reminds me of that fact.
I suppose I should tell you thank you for dealing with this math with our daughter.
You are a much more patient person than I. This whole ‘math strategy’ thing is dumb. Why can’t they just do math.
The daily doing of homework is something that you do that I’m so thankful for.
Why can’t they just do math?
Toofs and ice cream
Well finally! One of the twins finally lose a tooth today.
And you made some banana ice cream. Score one for mom! I wish I were home to have a few spoonfuls, maybe with some chocolate chips and chocolate sauce all poured in there.
Thanks for always taking such good care of my babies while I’m at work. Even though they aren’t really babies anymore.