A little joyous melancholy for your Sunday afternoon.
And if your minions are still wee, hug them extra – they really do grow up far too fast ❤
By: Jana Greene
One little snapshot. That’s how I remember the moment. Every time I hear the trend-ish expression, “I love you to the moon and back,” I think about it.
My firstborn was only fourteen months old. We had just come in from a full afternoon of story time at the library and playtime at the park, our tote full of toddler books. She still had sand in the baby-crevices in her arms, and under her neck, all the cracks in her tan little body that the sun couldn’t reach but the sand always did.
She was whining and going limp, the kind of tired that she couldn’t identify, and neither could I.
When you’re a mom, you think you should be able to identify all of the cries.
I sank into the living room couch and patted my lap for her to come sit…
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