When I am doing the dishes, the utensil basket in the dishwasher is the only place your hands want to be.
When I am vacuuming the house- right in front of the vacuum- that's the only place you want to be.
When I am taking a shower, my bathroom is the only place you want to be.
When I am paying the bills, under my desk is the only place you want to be.
When I am folding the laundry, the laundry room is the only place you want to be.
When I steal away a moment to myself in the midst of a busy day, you find me. Right by my side, on my lap, right in the middle of my book is the only place you want to be.
Baby, I can tell you with no doubts that for all these years I've been a Mama, for all the days full of joy and challenge, frustration and victory, love and discipline and work and fun- even on our worst day, this is the only place I want to be.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
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6 comments:
you are a great writer, Megan. I love this post! So sweet!
oh megan....simply beautiful :)
That was just plain wonderful!
You are a fabulous writer, and mother! :)
So well said. Beautifully written. I couldn't agree more.
You are so good & so devoted. What lucky children you have :)
Could you have written anything more beautiful and poignant? I think not.
Soon, they will all fly away. There will be no more squirming little bodies acting as our shadow. That will be a sad day indeed. Thank you for the reminder to appreciate every precious moment, inconvenient or not.
-Andrea
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