The Little Things

I'm afraid I've become a little sappy and sentimental in my old age. My babies are growing up and I want them to stop....kind of. Each stage is so fun. I love watching them grow and learn. At the same time the thought of sending my little men to school makes me want to cry. I love that Jaxon likes to be at home. I love that he is my friend and he wants to play with me and doesn't ask to go play with friends (don't get me wrong he loves friends, and one day I'm sure he'll be asking frequently to go and play). I've realized that it's the little things each day that mean the most to me. Too many times at the end of the day I look back and say to myself "I didn't do anything today." Well, maybe the laundry didn't get done, and the bathroom wasn't scrubbed, but really so many good little things take place.

Jaxon loves to play games. It would be pretty safe to say that we play at least one game every day. A couple weeks ago I taught Jaxon how to play checkers. It was so much fun! He caught on pretty quick and we've played it quite a bit ever since.

A while ago while eating lunch I noticed that Jaxon had recreated Stonehenge.

When Jaxon comes home from preschool we have a little routine. I usually ask him on the way home what he did but he won't tell me. "I'll tell you when we get home," he says. We come in the house and we sit on the couch together. "Close your eyes mom and I'll show you what we did." He pulls things out of his backpack one at a time and says "Now look!" He tells me what he learned and we read the little book he made that day together.

It's the little things everyday that mean the most. A phone call from Brian during the day. I hug for no reason. A smile from my baby. Playing games with Jaxon. Making dinner for my family. I am so thankful I get to be a mom, wife, sister, daughter, friend. I'm glad I have purpose in my life....and I don't need to leave home to find it.