I have much to share and much I still will, soon, but it is of utmost importance to mention how I spent last week.
One of my oldest, dearest friends came to Richmond.
The same girl that I remember giggling with late at night, as my dad threatened to take away my sleepover rights unless we "got to sleep!" was here, with her family.
It was something I've waited for since we moved here, four years ago.
I've wanted to share simple things with her, like where I cook my meals, where I do my grocery shopping, which Target I frequent.
And, even more, I wanted to share with her why we are in love with our new hometown. The history. The funky shops & restaurants. The beach. The mountains. The river. And all of the other perks of being a Virginia resident. She got it. She saw it. She loved it.
I had the privilege of spending a day with her kids while she and her husband took a quick trip to Charlottesville. At the end of that day, I was truly emotional. I got to read a story to my 3 year old girl and her 4 year old boy, who became quite special friends by the end of the trip. I got to "put to sleep" her little girl, who looks just like her, by snuggling her until she slept. Even the fights between our two year olds was sweet, because, when she yelled at my son, she called him "Buddy".
It was irreplaceable to see our children really become friends, and to spend more than our typical, yearly three hours together.
I can still see them holding hands and walking through the mall together...
Every day, I think about what I would like my kids to take from their childhood. There are a few things that I hope that they will never forget.
Your parents will love you and forgive you always.
You are never to old to be held.
The opinion of others doesn't matter. The only opinion you should care about is that of your Heavenly Father.
Whenever you want to show someone how much you love them, make them something. Learn to sew for this reason. Learn to cook for this reason. Nothing means as much as it does if you made it yourself.
I hope that, each day, more and more, this advice becomes real to my children. I hope that I can be a good example of someone who cherishes people more than things. I hope they know how much they have changed me.
Here's to LABOR day. I am thinking of all of my babies and considering the celebration of MY Labor Days: the day of each of their arrivals. Every second of the pain that my body experienced to bring you all into this world was worth the joy of seeing your faces for the first time, if even for a moment. And I have been blessed with many, many more moments gazing upon your beautiful, chubby, growing smiles.
If I could go back, I would go through labor all over again. The five days I spent experiencing your births were the five most glorious days of my life.
Happy Labor Day to every mama out there. Take a moment to think about the day(s) you welcomed your child(ren) into the world. Celebrate TRUE labor.
Special family has moved into town. Preparations for second and fifth grade. Last bits of pool time. Soccer is officially on. I attended my first birth that will count towards my doula certification. (more on that to come!)
Life happens so fast. I have no idea where the summer went.
I just saw a great idea that I must share and must do myself. Corey from Life with Little Ones shows her way of reminding herself of her "hearts desires" in this post.
Let's not forget to take time to dream. And to live out those dreams with the ones we love.