Proud. Asher has decided he wants to learn how to ride a bike. Up until now he has been strictly a scooter rider. He is a fearless little guy and rode down the street without a single hesitation. He does not complain about wearing a helmet and what I love to watch how proud he is of himself.
Loved. How you give and receive love is a funny little science to study. My love language is acts of kindness and quality time, this is when I feel most loved. I may not get diamonds and 6 course meals for Mother's Day, but my love tank is full after Todd spent the afternoon changing the outside lights, patiently waiting for me at the garden nursery, and heading out in the morning for doughnuts. Todd's love language is NOT acts of kindness if you can believe it-oh no-that would be too easy :) I'll let you guess what his is.
Happy. There is nothing better than a fresh pot of flowers in the spring. It just lightens my mood to look out and see pink.
Hungry. One request I had for Mother's Day was to finally quench my doughnut craving! It was heaven.
Human. I wasn't going to publish this picture, but then I thought why the heck not. This is most of my days as a mother. With the kisses and hugs, laughter and quick beautiful moments in motherhood comes the frustration, bewilderment, overwhelmed moments when I have caught myself saying out loud-"JUST DO IT and like it!"
Asher is crying, Holden can only smile for 1.3 seconds, my husband can't figure out the camera, oh-and I am 38 weeks pregnant and WAY crabby. Ta Da!