We spend so much time worrying about whether we’re doing enough that we forget what children actually hold onto. Not perfection. Not spotless homes. Not extravagant days. They remember how they felt with us. The ordinary moments, repeated with
The girl who made me a mom starts Pre-K tomorrow. One more year before real school, before everything changes. I’ll miss the little things, but I’m so proud to watch her grow into who God created her to be.