...unless you are seven and need your mommy's attention.
When I'm reading something I'm super excited about, I really don't do much else.
My home, husband and children would shout a mighty AMEN about that.
Yesterday, being a half day, there was a lot of time to fill between lunch and dinner.
I did the bare minimum when it came to helping with their homework and then my nose was back in the book.
They let me.
Bless their hearts.
While the bedtime routine was in full swing for the kiddos, I was still curled up with my book.
Suddenly...
this came F L Y I N G over the couch and landed next to me.
There was a note attached to it.
When I'm reading something I'm super excited about, I really don't do much else.
My home, husband and children would shout a mighty AMEN about that.
Yesterday, being a half day, there was a lot of time to fill between lunch and dinner.
I did the bare minimum when it came to helping with their homework and then my nose was back in the book.
They let me.
Bless their hearts.
While the bedtime routine was in full swing for the kiddos, I was still curled up with my book.
Suddenly...
this came F L Y I N G over the couch and landed next to me.
There was a note attached to it.
This is what it said...
Then the seven year old culprit came out from behind the couch and with the ENORMOUS wing span of a wanting child, swooped in and enveloped me in the sweetest hug ever.
I put my book down.
We said his prayers together.
Talked about second grade wonders while I scratched his back.
Exchanged loves and kisses umpteen times.
He was a sweet little disruption : )
