The phone is ringing again as you try to ignore its insistence while you finish shampooing your baby’s silky blonD haIr.
The winnerS of the cake decorating contest you entered are beginning to be announced when you have to whisk away your crying toddler still holding Tightly to the now empty container of the spilled milkshake bought for the two of you to shaRe.
A line is loudly blurted out by your son in the preschool play when he Couldn’t remember his line, so he made one up.
While your friend is wearing his favorite hunting boots, it becomes The spot to mark by your pup.
The oldest Is going to tend the younger siblings and the house is neat and tidy when you leave for a meeting, but when an acquaintance who has never been in your house brings you home and helps take things in from the car, the scene greeting yOu both is your living room disguised as a fort built with all the creativity children can muster to delay checking the chore chart.
As you sing the lullaby and stare deeply into the eyes of your child you pause when for moment you feel you have seen into his soul and kNow his heart.