I blinked....

.....and somewhere, in the middle of my eyes being closed, my baby boy turned into this handsome little prince charming. I feel so blessed that God gave me a boy. I had NO idea what I would do with a son, coming from a house of girls, but there is a very special bond between a momma and her son. Don't get me wrong, there are still some boyish things I don't understand, but I firmly believe I never will!! I do love that there are hot wheels in my house, that I can find nerf gun "bullets" everywhere I look, and that sweet sweaty boy smell (yes, I'm aware that it won't be sweet in a few years!!) that he has when he comes in from playing outside.

Delaney was named after a sweet song that states, "She's growing up too fast for me, asking lots of questions, some I know the answers too and some I'm looking for suggestions." I never thought I'd say that, but she is growing up too fast. She reads very well, she writes in her journal daily, and she is becoming very artistic. She still loves to be tucked in at night and have her back tickled. She is wonderful at entertaining herself (and actually prefers to be alone). She is absolutely gorgeous (okay, maybe I'm biased on that one). She is wise far beyond her years and I love her more each day. I am SO lucky to be the mother of this amazing little girl!

Why I Love the Beginning of Summer Break

The end of an exciting school year and really noticing the growth that has occured

Successful finishes of a very hard year (on both mom and child)

Cosmos and birdbaths that I can see from my kitchen windows

Free snapdragons from greenhouse workers that know a sparkle in a 4 year old boy's eyes is far more important than a profit

Window boxes filling up with color

Dirty, sweaty little boys at campfires

The excitement on this little girl's face when she's talking to and swimming with her grandpa

Lazy Sunday afternoons in a hammock

A gorgeous garden growing

Having time to create because there is no homework, no concrete bedtime, and no stressed out momma stifling it because of the mess it's making