You Deserve to Have Your Story Told

It came to me today as I was doing a "Deep Hug" with my sons. It is where I take them both on my lap and hug them so fiercely. As if I am trying to absorb them back into my body.

I thought to myself; I wish someone was here to take my picture.

It came to me today as I rocked my youngest to sleep, and I looked down at his little body asleep on my chest. His pacifier was moving in and out of his mouth. I played with his newly forming curls around his ears. His little fist clenched around my shirt.

I thought to myself; I wish someone were here to take my picture.

It came to me today as I picked up my three-year-old to see the mud out the window. I was sniffing his sticky cheek, and he smelled like syrup. I told him and kissed him on it. We ended up sitting there laughing uncontrollably in front of the kitchen sink.

I thought to myself; I wish someone were here to take my picture.

Often, we are our family's historians, but we leave a crucial part out of the story — US!

You deserve to have your story told.

Talk soon,
Kate