"Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams." -Hosea Ballou
It doesn't rain much in Texas, but when it does, you better believe we're outside dancing in it. Hendrix reminds me to get out and be a part of what is going on. Sometimes, it's tough for me to put aside what I am doing and go along with what he has planned, but I'm always glad I did. Yes, that means my house is a mess, and I am usually pretty tired. But, when Henry lays down at the end of the day, he sighs the most perfect sigh. He still curls up into my chest and breathes, "I love you" in half sleep perfection. I live for those moments, and my days are filled with them. A clean house has never made me feel so fulfilled.
Tears of joy for miles.
This is such a sweet post. I hope you always continue to listen to Henry, and soon to Roscoe too. They won't lead you astray. I wish I had learned this much earlier in my mothering career. xoxo
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