This is what I call a sleepy little boy. This is before we moved. He was laying beside me and zonked out. Poor little guy. So tired from all our travels.
I believe in pink, I believe laughing is the best calorie burner, I believe in kissing, kissing a lot, I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong, I believe that happy girl's are the prettiest girls, I believe that tomorrow is another day, and I believe in miracles.
Gonna Miss This
Your gonna miss this, Your gonna want this back, Your gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast. . . This song rings in my head every day, every moment, as I watch the kids play and laugh and act silly. I know . . . I am gonna miss this. . . much sooner than I expect.
Our lives are defined by moments frozen in time in our memories. I am no different. I remember my bicycle wreck in California when I was 4, moving across country with my family when I was 7, catching lightening bugs in the yard, my baby cow - named cricket, my grandma's visit, summers on the boat, my mom dying at 15 and life never being the same, meeting the love of my life, at 16, my wedding, buying my first house, the birth of my daughter, reuniting with my family, selling my first house, the birth of my son, loosing my father in law. All along the way learning lesson in life and growing up - which I have learned didn't stop at 18.
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