My kids are not always perfectly behaved, regardless of what I might say or portray in my posts... But sometimes, they are. Sometimes, there are these little moments of happiness and perfection that make me feel all warm and fuzzy and just glad to be a mom. Sometimes, especially when Liz comes up and gives me a hug for no reason, or says she loves me, or when Jack wraps his little arms around my neck, sometimes I feel that this is indeed what heaven must feel like. Most times, the moments aren't perfect, but sometimes, they are, and this is what they look like:
He was watching General Conference and was quite impressed with the choir...
I started this quilt just before I got pregnant with Jack, now the two of them can play under the quilting frame... I am a sentimental fool, but I think the value on that quilt just skyrocketed!
What a wonderful fort!
He was watching General Conference and was quite impressed with the choir...
I started this quilt just before I got pregnant with Jack, now the two of them can play under the quilting frame... I am a sentimental fool, but I think the value on that quilt just skyrocketed!
What a wonderful fort!
I love my kids, and I love being a mom. How did I get so lucky?
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