While I sit at my desk and work, I get to look up at pictures of my beautiful, amazing kids – and I don’t know how I got to be so lucky. How are these possibly MY babies? Not too long ago I was looking up at motivational pictures and phrases, begging me to hang on, not to give up my dream. At home, in the middle of the chaos, and the diapers, and the tantrums, its easy to forgot to really stop and notice just how beautiful and amazing they are, and how lucky I am.
A photo is a snap shot in time, with out the pressures of living, and sometimes that’s what I need to remind me. Our life hasn’t been easy, and I don’t expect it to ever be, that just seems to be who we are – and that is something beautiful in that imperfection – And when I have these nuggets to love on, how can I not feel anything less than the luckiest girl in the world.