Happiness is a fresh strawberry
Not every day is filled with fresh strawberries, soft warm breezes, and pink ruffled dresses — but today is.
Mother’s know what they will be missing someday. We can feel the ache of yesterday in every passing moment and each toothy grin. We know that there will be a day when we look around at an empty back yard and wonder how it all went by so fast.
Stop going by so fast.
We’re at this perfect stage in late spring now.
It is summer-warm, but the humidity is tolerable enough.
The mosquitos aren’t out in full force yet, and grilled anything tastes pretty much like heaven.
Oh, and then there is this. A chubby, drooling, perfectly beautiful baby. Ages 5 and 6 months are so awesome. Sure, I am a zombie mother and have no physical memory of the sensation of sleep, but I have THIS, and looking at this caliber of cuteness is enough to rejuvenate me.
The fact that Evan is old enough to have an intelligent conversation with the 5-year-old neighbor girl about an Amargasaurus is crazy.
His days are happiest when filled with running, jumping, watering flowers and digging in a dirt pile with a spoon.
It isn’t even officially summer yet, but we’re living it up like it is.
I complain about a lot of things, but when I look at pictures like this, I am really reminded of how lucky I am that I don’t have to wake up at the crack of dawn and leave my kids every day to punch a time clock.
I have worked really hard to get to this point, and even though there ARE days when I have to work at home and let Nick Jr. pick up the slack, I still feel pretty proud of the amount of amazing moments I have with the kids.
Minus the spiders, summer rocks.
Are you ready for summer fun?
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