Deacon didn't really nap well, but I got to hold him while laying on the couch for about an hour. Since he's my least cuddly kid, this really was good for my mama heart.
Manning and I got to have some good heart to heart talks because rather than running around 90 MPH all day, he was more calm and chill. I really enjoyed the talks we had. He makes me laugh so hard, and I truly cannot believe that my little baby is almost 3 and has full conversations with me.
Then, after I realized mid-afternoon that I'd forgotten to lay out the chicken for our dinner tonight, Nathan quickly said he'd be happy to pick up dinner for us on his way home from work, and even suggested my favorite local restaurant.
I'm just really so grateful for my life, and I can already tell that making a conscious effort to remember that will change how I look at life. Is this something y'all struggle with too? Perspective? This afternoon while I was holding Deacon I also saw AP's post, and I remembered that what she said is exactly right. I prayed for these babies, and even when things are hard, that is part of the life I've been blessed with.
Messy house aside, I love this picture. Deacon thinks it's hilarious to put that silly sand bucket on his head and he walks around growling while Manning screams, "Oh no! A MONSTER!"