Week 10 | This Week's Love Notes

Week 10 | This Week’s Love Notes

The first week of Spring and I can feel it in the air. We started the week with chilly temps and ended the weekend with near 60 degrees and no coats. My heart has grown this week, and in the joy I feel the grief as I watch these kids become bigger and bigger.

63/366. Just me.

63/366. Just me.

64/366. Water is his element. I wish I was more present in his younger years to have been able to use this to our advantage, but I can’t go back. No matter what kind of day it is, if you put him in or by water, he’s happy. Fill a sink, do the dishes…

64/366. Water is his element. I wish I was more present in his younger years to have been able to use this to our advantage, but I can’t go back. No matter what kind of day it is, if you put him in or by water, he’s happy. Fill a sink, do the dishes, or put a suit on and climb in the tub and he’s good. Find your element and bring it into your life every darn day. Your soul needs it.

65/366. These quiet moments with them are some of my favorite. I love to sit back and watch any of my family interacting, just watching them, even the dog.

65/366. These quiet moments with them are some of my favorite. I love to sit back and watch any of my family interacting, just watching them, even the dog.

66/366. I don’t particularly love roses, pink ones especially. I’d pick white if I had to, and I’m more of a peony or hydrangea kinda gal. But, since my grandmother died a few years ago, they seem to always find their way in somehow. They were her f…

66/366. I don’t particularly love roses, pink ones especially. I’d pick white if I had to, and I’m more of a peony or hydrangea kinda gal. But, since my grandmother died a few years ago, they seem to always find their way in somehow. They were her favorite flower; we adorned her gravesite with them, one by one, as we paid our respects. And so, now, I love pink roses.

67/366. It’s March, her birthday month, and she’ll be 7. SEVEN. It’s a scary age for me. It’s the age where they are no longer little kids, but big kids, and soon after that a tween. Her independence has been shining through the past few weeks and a…

67/366. It’s March, her birthday month, and she’ll be 7. SEVEN. It’s a scary age for me. It’s the age where they are no longer little kids, but big kids, and soon after that a tween. Her independence has been shining through the past few weeks and as proud as my heart grows watching her flourish, the breaks at the same time knowing my baby is simply a memory.

68/366. Weekends. I’ve had so many home this winter, on purpose, because I am learning more and more what my priorities are and how to set strong boundaries around them. Soon enough they’ll be hiding in their rooms or having sleepovers, so for now, …

68/366. Weekends. I’ve had so many home this winter, on purpose, because I am learning more and more what my priorities are and how to set strong boundaries around them. Soon enough they’ll be hiding in their rooms or having sleepovers, so for now, I’m taking every bit of their messes in as they play their games, do play doh, puzzles and legos. Keep playing together, my sweet baby.

69/366. Sixty Degrees on this warm March Sunday. We spent a lot of time outside, walking, playing and bonding. I love seeing their little-big bodies on their little-big scooters.

69/366. Sixty Degrees on this warm March Sunday. We spent a lot of time outside, walking, playing and bonding. I love seeing their little-big bodies on their little-big scooters.



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