Not many words, though plenty of them are swirling around this pollen-fogged head of mine. While four children lounge on a couch, watching Little Bear on an overcast summer morning, I will post photos.
Lots of growing. Babies make you stop and say, “Oh my!” Seven-year-old-boys who are almost eight don’t scream for attention in the same way. They slip quickly and steadily toward manhood and suddenly my heart is in my throat and I want to yell, “Stop!” They don’t stop. If they did, mothers would squander (we’re human beings, prone to a bit of lazy and selfish, after all.) They don’t stop, and so I must live purposefully. Give, sow, love. Every day.
babies discovering windows: top 5 favorite things to watch
my glamorous life, captured by william
slowly becoming the full, crazy patch of flowers I’ve been dreaming of
she hit the mother lode
just mama and babe, on an evening errand
this boy knows when he’s tired
I promise, I do have beds for my children
playground + ice cream date outing with mama. sometimes you just gotta eat a huge ice cream cone for lunch and call it a day.
Really Danica. I just LOVE all the pictures of your kids that you put on your blog. I feel like I’m a tiny part of your life and their lives. You’re richly blessed! Just remember, all the effort is SO worth it. God bless! :)
Love the pics! Can’t wait till we see you all in a bit!