Thursday, August 12, 2010

The fog laid a heavy blanket over everything out my window this morning.

I sat, coffee in hand.

Big baby boy at my side.

Small words from the night before began to dance through my mind.

"You look just like your Mom."

He said with such love to my littlest.

He didn't know they would be the kind of words that play back again and again.

I'm so glad I married that man.

1 comment:

thelumberjackswife said...

Lovely post! I love when others say my kids look like me . . . people usually think they look like my husband. :)