Mother’s Day 2017.
These children are the happiest part of each day. And while they might also be the hardest, my goodness they are wonderful. This year we spent Mother’s Day weekend with dear friends in Cincinnati, a goodbye visit that didn’t last long enough. For a few quiet moments early on Sunday evening I sat on their deck writing letters to my babies, while Lincoln played in the sandbox, Adelaide slept soundly, and Ben cleaned up dinner in the kitchen. Lincoln called over from the sandbox, “Happy Movvers Day, Mama.” And I fell in love with that tiny soul all over again. Continue Reading