There is only one reason I’m posting this photograph.
It’s not to show off the pretty multi-colored scarf my mom knitted me last Christmas (with a matching one for Sarah!).
It’s not to celebrate the Iron Bowl. We didn’t win after all.
And it’s not so I can be reminded to take that orange sweater to the dry cleaners since it now smells strongly of bonfire, although that’s an admittedly nice bonus.
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I’m posting this picture today so I won’t run away.
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 So I’ll remember that sometimes my children are lovely. That sometimes they’re even lover-ly. Sometimes they snuggle and cuddle and kiss. Sometimes they don’t hit or run like hooligans or get put in time out or scream at the top of their lungs or smash their bowl of (homemade!) (delicious!) chicken noodle soup into smithereens on the kitchen floor (on purpose!). Sometimes they don’t scream for 45 minutes for candy! candy! candy! Sometimes they play nicely and quietly and alone. Sometimes they don’t wave toys in the face of their sibling, taunting and teasing. Sometimes they don’t pull the Christmas ornaments off the tree. Sometimes they don’t sit down when I say stand up and stand up when I say sit down. Sometimes. Sometimes. Sometimes.
So I won’t run away today. Or tomorrow.
(but they can’t stop me from dreaming)
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