Does anyone else have moments when it feels like time seems to move in slow motion?
Yesterday we decided to plant some flowers in our yard. I sat on the couch feeding Claire and I could see Brock and Trey outside. I couldn't hear him from the other side of the window, but I knew the exact sound that Trey was making as Brock chased him across the lawn. His big grin and dirty little hands from playing in the mud made me feel like we are doing something right. I wanted to pause the sun and enjoy this little family we have created for just a bit longer. I am so happy they are mine, and I am theirs.