That I am pretty lucky to be a mom to these kids
Friday, February 25, 2011
Things That Remind Me...
That my kids really do care about each other
That I should just give up on trying to find the perfect thing to hang above my bed. It's already there and has been there for almost a year
That I need to be better at telling my kids that I "love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love..." them
That my kids are growing and learning and trying to do what's right
That I will be sad when the day comes that my son isn't obsessed with Star Wars
That my kids are also aware that they are growing up. And that they are really excited about it! (I discovered that Isaac has been measuring his growth on his mirror - he has drawn a line and written, "Isaac's Height")
That I am pretty lucky to be a mom to these kids
I wandered around the house and took all these pictures in one day. Being such a task-oriented person, I have to make myself take the time to "notice" things in the lives and personal spaces of my children. So many things that would normally go unnoticed. It really keeps things in perspective for me.
That I am pretty lucky to be a mom to these kids
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7 comments:
I don't know what to say. What an amazing family! You must be doing something (many things) right as parents. Such wonderful expressions of love from your kids for each other and for you. What a miraclulous thing!
Wonderful post, Emily. Thanks so much for sharing.
That was seriously sweet, and I never use the word sweet unless it is well, serious. It goes to show you are a great mom.
That is the sweetest post EVER!!
That made me smile. You have a wonderful family.
Oh that was a very sweet post. Thanks you!
Oh how I loved this post. It made me teary eyed. Sweet, sweet, sweet! I LOVE your kids. They are truly wonderful people.
I also love your bedding. We are in the market, but I can't seem to narrow it down at all.
And I especially love the artwork - above your bed and everywhere. Priceless!
Star Wars drawings - so much like Max's. Missing my little boy.
Life. Time. Love. . . . .
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