I love the typical days when I look out the window and see this.
I also love the more unusual well-groomed days when I look at the window and see this.
For Mother's Day, Jason took our new camera outside and took some beautiful photos of the kids in their Easter dresses.
Today I have felt overcome by how lucky we are to have each other. With most of our kids at Grandma's house, the house has felt too quiet. I took Talia to the pool, but it wasn't as great without siblings to splash with. She misses them. I miss them too.
Yes, the house is much neater without all the spontaneous messes that come from impromptu crafts, forts, and puppet shows. But it's not nearly as much fun. Believe it or not, I actually miss picking up Annika's trail of stuffed animals adorned with hair bows and ribbon leashes.
Eli, I miss tripping over your Legos.
And Brooklyn, our house lacks a master orchestrator to help organize the day's imaginary adventures.
Thanks to each one of you for the privilege of being your Mom.
Come home soon. I miss you. Love, Mom
2 comments:
Hmmm - I highly suspect your children love having you as their mom, just like you love being one. You are right about a quiet house. I've said it many times since you, and your sister, moved out, "nothing shouts back like an empty house."
Thanks, Kara, for taking the time to be their mom! In a world that pulls us in so many different directions and that offers so many amazing opportunities, the intentional choice to be with our kids each day quietly speaks to your love for and dedication to each of them.
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