I could be 400 pounds…never exercise again…never get any time to myself to read or paint my toenails or shower…or blog…never get a book published…but I would still have this:
It makes me want to weep just looking at that photo. It was the sweetest Mother’s Day gift ever to see my little girl holding my card and flowers.
I’m not saying moms shouldn’t take care of themselves, not only for obvious reasons (like, their health and sanity), but also to guard against resentment. But the best guard against resentment is Jesus—and when Linnea isn’t napping, or sleeping, or eating—He’s really all I’ve got.
But, that precious little face keeps me going too.
Here are some more pictures of the baby bug. I love her bunches.
Such a goose! She always crosses her ankles like this and I think it’s hilarious. :)
Kind of hard to crawl in a dress…but the siren song of the car seat (ooh the straps! ooh the buckles!) wins every time.
Isn’t she such a little girl now? Not a baby, but a little girl! (the oven/stove wasn’t on, btw)
Another shot of the best first mother’s day, ever! Silly memory, but I’m pretty sure this is the same outfit I wore to my first day of work at Cornell University Press (my first and only “real” job out of college). On Sunday I wore it to church on my first Mother’s Day. How the tables have turned! :)
I’m a sucker for a baby and her sippy cup
Hello, prune face! I sure love this bug.