earlier today i arranged a meeting with another momma to pick up a bundle of wipes for $5 in front of a walgreens. it made me feel so gangster. dj said he couldn’t believe i just came up on some black market wipes.
there’s a list of reasons that make my husband an extraordinary father. here’s a few (obvy but goody) that stand out: he’s committed to prioritizing our son even when there’s important adult stuff like career and school. he provides for us so our son and i have the luxury of
shopping sprees spending uninterrupted quality time together. but most importantly, he knows how to have F U N, which is quite fitting to celebrate our captain at the pirate festival. it’s become a tradition.
the wonder years. a time for adventures and exploration: searching and discovering. harvests of imagination is bountiful. the senses are soothed by the intermittent arrival of waves. smells of home, tastes of refreshingly cool, touch of a gentle breeze. fulfilled by bliss. the innocence of each second remains within the next and thereafter. it’s a time where it should be endless.