Tonight I was giving T3 a bath, when Mom came in to say goodbye. She has been here helping out, she is leaving tomorrow. I started to cry when telling Mom goodbye. T3 sat in the tub and said softly, "Poor Mama."
Then she said "Mama, tum here." in a very matter-of-fact way, as she held out her arms to me. She was imploring me to come over so she could give me a hug, which she did.
What a joy and a gift from the Lord she is.
Precious moments with my husband and children are like bubbles. They appear suddenly, float by gently and disappear. I'd like to try to capture them here. Grandma always told me "It's the best time of your life when your babies are small." I'd like to prove her right and savor every minute.
