In this moment:: weekend three

In this moment::

I am:: loving the fact that Lizzie's idea of a good time is carting around the laundry for me.


I am:: having so much fun watching Noah play soccer, more for his natural celebration of teamwork than anything else.


I am:: moved to tears when watching Max nap-- on the couch or my bed or the floor or where ever else his four-year old body gives out-- as I see glimpses of his baby days and his growing kid-ness all woven in the threads of his blankie.


I am:: thinking this through the lens of our anniversary.

As the years pass, I am coming to understand that we celebrate more than our commitment to each other when we remember our wedding day. We are remembering to be joyful in the little things. I know just how much milk to put in his coffee. He understands the look on my face that says I need a break (now). We can look at our three children, humbled, knowing. Yes, an anniversary is not really about a wedding at all, because that piece of paper means nothing compared to the choices we've made everyday since. To plan. To get off track. To forgive. To love. To grow, each day, together.

(and grow with such maturity too)