Just yesterday at the park Carter stopped playing and came up to me to say Mommy, I love you. It was in front of my friend, too, and almost made me teary.
Gray's independence at two years old can be a bit unnerving yet also glorious. But when he comes to grab my hand and ask for my help doing something that's just too big for his own confidence, it does feel good to be needed and know that I make him feel safe.
This baby girl inside me kicks and pushes around more than my other pregnancies combined. And I love it. I wonder what she's thinking in there. And I hope someday she knows how much I've been blessed to carry her, and how much it has changed me.
I was tagged for this meme about my children by Haley and took it upon myself to write just one thing about each of my children. You can play along as you wish.