Somehow, though, I think they knew that I was a weary soul. That my heart was sad. Saturday came and they filled it with so much joy that my heart was overflowing. We didn't fight or argue. We didn't tantrum our way down the hall. We didn't kick our way to the point to be made. We just were.
Usually, we meander our way around the back yard. It corrals all the slides and playhouse type things that we play with day to day. For some reason, we ended up in the front yard where we spent majority of our sunshine.
A few snacks and some pruning of the "we can't believe they're still alive" flowers.
Their room is different these days. A few more accents that give it a comfy feeling. And this dresser offers a fresh feel with it bright and cheery coat of paint. I'm not quite finished with their room, but when I am, I'll give you a tour.
No one ever said this job, motherhood that is, was going to be easy. There are times when I feel as if I'm being suffocated with screaming, drowned in tears, and beaten to death by precious little hands.
But look at them.
They are SO worth it!
And for a light laugh for a Monday...
Take a second glance at this picture. My fall wreath on the door. A pot of dead flowers to my side. And fall decorations laying on the side table by the chair. I'm far from having all my ducks in a row.