Tuesday, March 12, 2013

We're Getting There...

Moving with little ones is a little tough.  They miss the familiar, the known.  Living disheveled for a short time can really throw them for a loop.  They are little creatures of habit, for sure.  But some things always make home seem like home. 

Familiar things, worn books, and the glow of lamp light after evening baths just feels good.
  Mama reading bedtime stories and realizing that she really did not lose every precious possession they call their own really does wonders.
Finding them in their room playing happily is a sure sign...





 

We're getting there...

B Charmer

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