This morning Sunny and I ventured out with our play group to the local play ground. All the Mama's were discussing how it's Friday and by the end of the week with 9 and 10 month olds we are SOOOOOOO excited for the weekend.
I remember in my prior life how Friday night seemed like the start of something amazing, and now it resembles a vacation of sorts…in fact I might be more excited for Friday night now then I ever was then. On the schedule, cleaning out the office, the farmers market, and Da-Da's soccer game. I know, I know try not to be jealous!
This morning we received word that my cousin's Grandmother died, RIP Irene. It got me thinking how quickly time flies and how precious life is. Everyday a few great things happen in this home, Sunny and I dance and cook dinner, Matt comes home, and we wake up in the morning. I am so grateful for those things, for this day, and the million others after it. Everyday is not perfect, today for instance we danced to Lil' Wayne and I felt like a bad Mom when I started counting how many times he said the F word. But then she threw her hands in the air and shook her little diapered bottom and I told her, Sunny no matter what anyone says this is a form of art and expression. I'm pretty sure I'm full of it and am trying to justify my actions, but she doesn't know that just yet. All she knows is that we dance together everyday and I hope long after I'm gone that's what she remembers.
We're sending our hugs, kisses, and thoughts to the Goldston Family. What a beautiful life and family Miss Irene acheived.
