It all started with the lady I tutored calling her son her treasure. I thought that was neat so I started telling my oldest son that he was my treasure. When I said it to him, he whispered, "Treasure", as if I was telling him a secret. My babies, all four of them, are my treasure.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
My Reason For Writing
I've been thinking for a while now that I needed to write down the moments in my life that I want to remember and know I've already forgotten. Like how yesterday morning, Luke, for the first time, wanted to drink his sippy cup of milk with his face to my chest instead of trying to check out everything in the room. How he's started running up to me and throwing his arms around me for no reason. How Eli now loves to nurse in our chair and then lay in my arms sucking his thumb while we rock. Those precious memories that I won't remember in a few years, maybe even months. I want to capture those times here for my children to read one day and know that they are my treasure.
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