Sunday, May 12, 2013

grateful.

4.24.06
And now.


9.5.08
And now.
3.18.11
And now.
I had no idea how much I wanted to be your Mom.  How even on the hardest day, I would choose all of you again and again and again.  I awoke to a strawberry face, scrambled egg hair and bacon eye brows.  Later, I napped.  In a perfect Mother's Day tradition, Nate did loads of projects that I have been wanting done.  The living room is almost completely painted.  My cup overflows.

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