OK, so we aren’t even remotely what one might define as “mall people.” Aside from the occasional visit to one of the outside restaurants, this was probably the first time the four of us went inside the mall together in the 4+ years that we’ve been a family of four.
You poor button. Something made you cry tonight. Maybe a bad dream, maybe a night terror, maybe something else. But you were crying and crying and crying, and kicking and screaming, and telling me to get out and to go away.
For 38 years, I thought I knew what restrooms were for. Showering, grooming, dental hygiene, and, you know, “resting.” After you girls were born, I was made privy to a beautiful and precious secret that you, too, will learn should you choose to become mothers someday...
You are a reflection of me. Not a perfect reflection; but like the reflection you might see in rippling water. I hear in your laughter my own laughter, I see in your smile my own smile. I witness in your temperament characteristics that I know exist in myself.
We bought this table from Ikea, from the "As-Is" section. That means it was probably used as a display and already had some nicks and dings. Daddy wasn't sure we should buy a table that was damaged. But I was sure that by the time you two reached high school, this table would bear the markings of many years of love, play, and work.
Since becoming a mother just over six years ago, I can't tell you how many hours I've spent sitting or driving in this car. I can't tell you how many tears have been shed, how many snacks have been consumed, or how many times either of you has fallen asleep in this car. I can't tell you how many drive-thrus this car has been through or how many cups of coffee I've consumed sitting right here. In many ways, this car has seen it all.