Falling Snow and Growing Kiddos: FridayFavs!

The snow falls again

and I give up and give in

to the messiness of raising a brewed of children.

I surrender.

Fighting against it merely frustrates the soul.

"Do you think they'll always be close like this?"
he asks me right quiet.
"I hope so," I reply
My heart aches a little.

It's hard to remember what is really important.

To not rush around

all the while rushing them growing up quick-fast.

not to wish ourselves into another phase of parenting.

And so
as the snow does fall away
so do my expectations.

Because really, we only get one chance
my dear friends.

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