I have always loved this analogy. It clicks, really resonates with me. I often think of my blessings, the things I'm grateful for, as gifts. And one of my biggest gifts is this little man:
It's sinking in that these are the last few months that Jaxon will be "the baby". He will always be "my baby" and my baby boy, but these are the last moments of just me and him at home together. Soon, our lives will be enriched and blessed with little sister, but it's bittersweet in a way. I've really appreciated our one-on-one time lately. I've tried to take advantage of every bit of it. Tonight, after the boys went to bed and while Daddy was working on a project, Jaxon helped me pick up a bit in my craft room. When we finished putting my washi tape in rainbow order, I held up my hand for a high five. When he didn't notice, I said, "Hey! Where's my high five?" He gave my hand a slap and said, "Hey! Where's my hug and kiss?!" Mama heart = melted. I'm so grateful for this little man. Like I said on instagram, he blesses me more than I could ever hope to bless him.
Thanks for visiting :). Tessa