photo from our trip to Snowbird
Mini muffins at breakfast. and lunch. and dinner.
Loads of laundry. Loads.
"Mom, I love you"
The realization that our home feels like home. And I like it.
Its giggling with the baby about the funny sounds lips can make.
Its my heart melting each and every time I hear that cute little baby say "momma, momma"
Its stories of cousin time at Grandmas house and new phrases spoken. Probably learned from said cousins.
Its no showers.
Its almost forgetting swim lessons and hustling to get there in time.
Its fits in the garden store and leaving without our precious plants because someone needs a serious attitude intervention.
Its parking on the curve waiting for attitudes to change.
Its hugs good night and the promise of a better tomorrow.
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