TruMama

Here’s a day to celebrate, yet it’s no different than any other.

Because I celebrate you every day. Every. Single. Day.

Your smile. Your eyes. Your toes. Your laugh. Your voice. Your skin. Your fingers.

I celebrate all of you. Every. Single. Day.

I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. Every. Single. Day.

I can’t look at you or hear you or be near you without pausing quietly to say a thank you because you are mine.

Mine. My beautiful boy.

Mine. My Truzie Brown.

Mine. All mine. Every. Single. Day.

I love you too much!

Rode the Skywheel today…gittery fun!

It takes two to make a thing go right.
It takes two to make it outta sight.

But sometimes it’s fun to just fly solo.

We sleep with those we love.

It’s the most natural way to create love, peace, and real security. It makes us warm, relaxed, and calms us into sweet dreams.

With a simple touch, the message is obvious, “No worries. I’m right here.”

Everything is ok…sleep little one.

She’s as sweet as ever. We love her!

Our weekends are very typical. We wake up and smile at each other. We laugh and tickle and laugh and tickle. Then we get out of bed and move into the house. Robe on. Fresh diaper. Shades pulled.

Our weekends are very predictable. A cup of coffee. A cup of juice. Some sausage dipped in mustard and a piece of fruit. Start a load of clothes, maybe a load of dishes too. Then off to find our clothes.

This may sound very ordinary to most. We probably have no plans to go anywhere. Nothing new or exciting going on, but…oh, how splendid!
Every smile. Every giggle. Pure joy.

Every game. Every moment. Pure fun.

Running in the sun. Feeling a cool breeze. Pure beauty.

Our weekends are very magical. There’s no place like home…with you!