Living like a child
…Meaning that I am living in the moment. The rest will come. I don’t plan. I only work. Hard.
I play, too. With my family.
My boys. :)
I love the moments that my son lets go of the apron strings and is with his father.
He is happy to be with Papa even if he looks back to find his Mama.
He is still little but he is big and he is strong.
Here is the moon that my son loves.
I wrote long ago in letters still dear that my husband was my sun.
He still is even as we start to fall in love all over again.