Photo-A-Day | Documenting my children throughout the year.
It’s late for supper.
Like, we rarely eat this late.
But, a busy day can do this to you,
even though Daddy cooked,
We had to leave.
And got home to eat at 8 p.m.
There was so much hustle and bustle.
Water spilled.
Spoon falls to the floor.
Drake. Enough Said.
And Harper screaming for parmesan cheese
for her spaghetti noodles.
Plain.
No sauce.
(And she had already eaten once.
So did Aubrey.
So did Brennan.
I wish I had your metabolism).
So much busy-ness,
Clanking silverware,
Talking, fussing, laughing,
Spilling drinks and stories of the day.
It’s nuts around here at times.
Truly.
Don’t ever think for a moment though,
That I long for the days of peace and quiet.
Just a few moments here and there
Would be nice.
But this.
This is what keeps my adrenaline going.
Even when I’m not a perfect mom,
My dear lovelies.
You are my heart.
You are my soul.
You are my passion, my crazy days, my sleepless nights.
You are my everything.
So even if we eat a late night supper,
Me, standing at the counter eating
To avoid a fight about who gets to sit by Mom,
I do cherish these times.
Through the laughter, the tears, the voices of five beating souls.
Laughing, arguing, tattling, telling stories.
This time too shall pass.
Just make sure you come home once in a while to eat.
Tell me a story. Tell me about your day.
And I promise, I’ll save you a seat right next to me.
