I want to write a beautiful long winded post about our days, but they’ve been a scooch on the taxing side and I’m TIRED.
When those days come around, I go into my photos in search of something to talk about, and I seem to always find myself somewhat overwhelmed with gratefulness for the life we’ve been given. For the people we’ve been given. For the soft moments.
For instance, this one ☝️
Twelve year old girls are HARD. Like, yikes, man. But at this point, Laela was being really extra silly. She had a friend over. They had eaten supper and were about to leave for youth. And Laela was hyper and bugging, but I LOVED that cozy snuggle and selfie moment. I’m so grateful she still wants to be close to me. I love her love. We bicker and struggle but the love is fierce, and I wouldn’t trade it.
I love you, Laela. Thanks for the cute pic 💜