This week my kiddos have made me mushy and proud. The two of them were caught playing while I was at work. When Nathan sent me the video I got all mushy. Katie was picking up blocks for Ian to use and then he made a T out of two of them (my first initial). It was a tiny recognition that my kids think of me when I’m gone for work.

Then one evening I managed to catch a few tiny clips of Katherine picking up speed and perfecting her stride.

I love having healthy smart kids…. Right up until that moment where the too-much-handful comes out!

On a whole different note I got stuck in memories of “the boy” due to recent electronic oddities. I had another of those moments where I swore I heard him say: I’m not a little boy. My reply was simply I know you’re not a little boy. … Just in case he ever reads this. I can’t call you by name, especially on here, I have no right. I can’t call you my husband as that is Nathan, and you’ve never given me permission to call you anything else. So “the boy” is all I’ve got to work with. I still care, and wish nothing more than to have some honesty and a real face to face conversation.