I am dreaming of my boy walking and running and talking.
I am feeling such mixed emotions about E's Pre-K graduation Friday. I am sure I will cry.
I am so thankful for her four years at this sweet, sweet school.
I am wishing Price was at the same school.
I am so thankful for Price's school, though. I love his teachers dearly. Truly, they are heroes.
I am laughing about how I had to swipe a package of pacifiers from the baby aisle at HEB just so that I could make it through grocery shopping with Street today. (I did buy them.)
I am hurting for friends that are going through tough situations.
I am reading about 4 different books right now.
I am amazed at my inability to follow a recipe today.
I am wondering, though, can you really mess up chocolate sheet cake with all those good ingredients?
I am watching Street rock back and forth on all fours.
I am thinking that we are going to have to do some baby-proofing.
I am dreaming of my boy walking and running and talking. I am dreaming of his healing.