The infancy of my first child was when I first began to feel like I was doing what I was made for. I have loved every single second of being a mother to little children, even the hard ones, even more as the years pass.
(dragon pictures, day 98)
(Why is this bittersweet? day 100)
I look at these pictures of my youngest and see more young adult and less child in him than ever. I posted earlier about indecision on if I should work to help with college expenses, but maybe I should just have another child so the sounds of baby feet and high pitched laughter won't stop. Oh boy. I don't know how much longer they'll be snuggling up to me on the couch, or try to fall asleep on my bed, or cover our refrigerator with dragon pictures, but I know that I will enjoy every single second of it.