I awoke yesterday morning to the sound of birds chirping outside my window, sunlight streaming in as the curtains billowed in the gentle breeze from our ceiling fan. I rolled over and watched my handsome husband breathe deeply as he slept, greeted by the tiny kicks from our littlest baby within. It was as if the angels were singing overhead...
...and without skipping a beat my 3 year old burst through our bedroom door, bouncing it off the wall behind him, and proudly exclaimed, "Mom! There's poop on my buns!"
There it is. Real life.
A Bird's-Eye View
5 days ago