Tucked between the layers of sand, dirt, mud, and sweat.
Hidden deep down where he might forget, but you never would.
Stashed in the corners of a conversation dominated by a whole lot of “no.”
Jammed into his gym bag, under sweaty T-shirts and knee pads.
Cluttered into the corner next to the cleats.
Hunched on the sofa in the midnight-should-have-been-home-by-now hour.
Resting in the rhythm of his safe-in-bed breathing.
Are these moments.
I’m over at the MOB Society for Mothers of Boys (and really anyone else who juggles the occasional crazy).
This was beautiful! And so true…
Love the cute curled toes! Sweet picture paired with tender words :-)
i love his cute lil toes ;)
Those flowers and toes are pure heaven…