Sometimes I wish I was that mother that could take the perfect photograph.

I wish I could bake a perfect pie or cook a perfect meal.

I wish I wore aprons and my house was spic and span.

But I am not.

I clean when forced.

I cook and then re-cook (because often I make mistakes)

I cannot take a perfect photograph. I am not crafty or domestic. I don’t wear aprons and my patience wears.

but that is ok.

I sit indian style and play games on the floor.

I read stories full of voice, animations, and sometimes a few dance moves.

I draw on the chalkboard and practice his letters with him.

Sometimes we laugh so hard we cannot breathe.

He falls into me and we cuddle until he tires.

I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Not for a clean house. Not for a million photographs.

Love what you have to offer.

Embrace the time that is now.

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