I am sharing one of my favorite Mothers day activities! A tangible piece of time. Raising kids is heartbreakingly beautiful. Most times I sit around a crowded dinner table with a screaming toddler, whiny baby, and bickering boys and it makes me sad. Not because its loud and obnoxious, but because one day not to far from now my dinners will be far less loud. Activities like these will always let me go back in time, and have a little piece of these days no matter how far we grow. Plus they are far easier to store than dixie cup, construction paper bouquets.
I never feel good unless I am doing something right. What a strange sentence. Right to whose standard? Feels good to whose standards? The sentence