:: The aforementioned situation was not helped by the fact that four out of the six of us had a stomach virus last weekend. (Thankfully, the two babies were spared.)
:: In an interesting twist of fate, our washing machine bit the dust the day after said virus.
:: Our coffee maker quickly followed suit.
:: I was inspired by a friend who reminded me to see all of my children, exactly where they are, with the same fascination shown to a newborn. Sure, their growing and changing aren't quite as dramatic. But it's fleeting all the same.
- Like the way my other baby, Evie, seems like such a big girl in comparison to a newborn, but is still a baby in so many ways. Spending 20 minutes rocking together makes her the happiest girl in the world.
- Or how Indigo, at four, loves nothing more than to go outside and pick flowers for me.
- Or how Jude in all his sweetness told me I have pretty eyes. (That boy knows just how to melt a mama's heart.)
But there's magic in these days. They are days brimming with so much love. And so many tender, beautiful moments.
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