In case you're wondering who the lady was in Atwood's with the bickering, screaming children, and the toddler without panties, in her dress swallowing a pack of winterfresh Extra gum...
It was me.
Sometimes I love the present. It's what makes us who we are. It's raw and real, it's beautiful and a work in progress. Sometimes I like the right now because I want to freeze the moment and drink it in because I know it will end soon. Other times, I want to skedaddIe.
But even then, I like the right now. I like how yesterday is gone and tomorrow is yet to come. The right now is precious, to be savored.
I stare at her longer than she knows.
Just like when she was a newborn and I'd slip into her room multiple times a night because I just hadn't had enough of her. I needed another peek, just a little bit more.
She looks like her daddy. She acts like him, talks like him, runs like him. Traces of me but overall, a tender little version of him.
Right now I am thankful.
The last few weeks have been a good mixture of challenge and ease. A quick passing of spring is here and summer is on the horizon, bringing us plenty to be grateful for.
Right now enjoying...
I love watching love flourish and relationship grow.
She's wonderful, simply wonderful.
Our backyard is simple, nothing special or fancy. And yet it's the place we spend hours playing and being together.
Bella with her friend Jovie
This spring we gave into requests for soccer for Emma and Sophie.
The more I try to make a list of the right now's, the more I realize it is endless.
My heart is full, a catalogue of snapshots of our time together.
Right now, little words and letting pictures tell a story...
Friends loving on my babies. Time with those we love.
My beautiful friend Shannon.
But we may skip Atwood's for awhile.