I have been trying to cherish the good moments that occur in the long hours, days, and weeks of raising three young children - two of which are extremely strong willed. I know that all too soon they will be grown, their tantrums forgotten, and these small moments treasured.
Moments like how this one always wants to wear his PJ tops all day long.
Or how he always needs a hug and a kiss before I leave - Even if I am just going to get the mail.
I left tonight to go see a movie with a friend. I was in a rush to hand off my kids so I didn't remember to give Carsten a proper send off. As the garage door was closing, my baby boy burst through the door with tears welling in his eyes and a frantic voice pleading "Mommy! Mommy! Gimme a kiss and a hug."
He ran back inside with a spring in his step after the requested signs if affection.
God for these beautiful moments.