The moment came.
The moment I have been waiting for.
Fathers and Sons Campout!
After packing some sandwiches and kissing my boys good bye, I shut the door and soaked in the silence.
{Sigh} It felt good.
Now, what to do with myself...
The moment I have been waiting for.
Fathers and Sons Campout!
After packing some sandwiches and kissing my boys good bye, I shut the door and soaked in the silence.
{Sigh} It felt good.
Now, what to do with myself...
My first reaction was to get to work- clean, laundry, organize, errands, edit photos- imagine all the things I could accomplish!
WHOA THERE...
I had a second thought...
I had a second thought...
...and I made a mad dash to the tub.
I couldn't remember the last time I soaked in a bath- let alone had complete silence!
I couldn't remember the last time I soaked in a bath- let alone had complete silence!
After a blissful soak, I opened the pantry, grabbed my mint oreo stash and some milk and listened to the silence.
{Sigh} What better moment than to crack open that new Art Journal I have neglected.
My theme: "Because the common or mundane daily moments and interactions might seem inconsequential-(but) are perhaps among the most critical and influential in character development and nurturing of family relationships"
I saw this phrase in a magazine and smiled- I had to add it to my writing page:
"Mom danced with me."
Often times, it is easy to wonder if the mundane and small things we do every day for our children really matter. Little Man and I had one of our dance session in the kitchen that day... and while we were dancing and giggling, I hoped that he would remember these moments forever.
I wanted to start the inside of this journal with something really simple and something I truly believe in. This journal will be filled with the mundane daily moments that are truly the most important things in my life.
My little sister Bee sent me a card in the mail a few weeks ago -just because- with this photo of little man playing with him in the snow. I am so blessed to have a sister like her. Love you sis!I saw this phrase in a magazine and smiled- I had to add it to my writing page:
"Mom danced with me."
Often times, it is easy to wonder if the mundane and small things we do every day for our children really matter. Little Man and I had one of our dance session in the kitchen that day... and while we were dancing and giggling, I hoped that he would remember these moments forever.
My night ended with a chick flick and my snoogle pillow.
The dishes were left undone, the laundry sat in the dryer, and my to do list was ignored.
It was a good night.
I must admit that after writing in my art journal- I missed my little man and the mister like crazy.
I can't wait to see them.
xo, besitos
I can't wait to see them.
xo, besitos
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