Today we moved into our new home. Our HOME. These garden roses are just one of my favorite things here. IN OUR HOME. This is also the only picture I took all day. And I’m so crazy glad I stopped moving and packing and unloading and putting and holding and moving and driving and packing and unloading to look around and soak it in. Even for just a moment. And appreciate this peaceful, embracing, open, full, bright new space. Our home. #magnolia
"The dressmaker is soooo silly." Millie now calls Wyatt the "dressmaker" at all times. Like, in place of his actual name. "Hey Mom, is the dressmaker up from his nap?" "No, dressmaker, you cannot have my stuff!" "The dressmaker is going to make me a BEAUTIFUL dress for my birthday." #umokay?
Things overheard in the tunnel/tent:
“Do you understand what I’m saying?!”
“You are not cooperating!”
“You are being ridiculous!”
“Are you listening to my words?”
“We have to take turns!”
“MAAAHHHM! He’s not being gentle with my body!”
A little video documenting Wyatt’s first year. We are so blessed by his bright light in our lives.
Sidenote: “I Will Wait,” by Mumford and Sons, was “his” song, long before I even knew his name. It will always and forever squeeze my heart and remind me of waiting for and meeting my sweet little man.
ETA: I like how tumblr chooses the massive drool photo for the thumbnail. ‘Preesh.