Dan has been by my side through many of my years ( 10 to be exact ). I look back at old pictures, fresh faced teens, without a worry in the world. I’d be lying if I said that I do not miss those days. But then, I see a picture of us now. Just shy of turning 28, and our youthful faces seem to say so much more. Our highs and lows of our past have shaped us into who we are today. As a wife, as a husband, as parents.
Now, these two little boys in my life have filled my stomach with butterflies and taken me to a place that I could not imagine.
I worry more. I love deeper. I laugh harder. I cherish these guys.
WE created these boys. It’s a simple fact that astounds me each day. How did we get here?
I noticed these flowers in the far back corner of our yard the other day, needless to say it took seconds for the kids to pluck them and come running across the yard with a handful yelling “happy mudders day” as they plopped them into my lap. Everyday is “mudders day” when they have something to give me.
The things they do. The words they say and how they say them in their little boy voices. It melts me. Every inch of my being.
Just when they have me worn out, wanting nothing short of an early bed time – these flowers land in my lap and I feel appreciated.
They may not know how to say it, but I get it.
In that moment, the reassurance that I needed as a parent was right in my lap.
The timing was perfect, it is the simplest things that impact me the most. Dan and I are two lucky folks, with two amazing kids.