The sweetest things.
I love those moments checking in on my sleeping children and watching their faces — so peaceful and beautiful.
The past few weeks, my middle child has been extra adorable asking me if I need him to scratch my back before he goes to sleep. ( Let me think — yes! ) And so as he scratches away, he starts talking about whatever happens to be on his mind. It’s so fantastic and I never want him to stop. ( Talking, that is. ) Reluctantly, I tell him that he needs to get some sleep and then another hour goes by and I catch him with his light on reading. Not to single him out from his brothers, but I just want to remember and appreciate this about him, forever.
The blooms are leaving the garden. Summer is quickly coming to an end. We’ve had lots of rain lately and the hugest wild mushrooms you can imagine have been popping up over night.
We’re all getting very ready for Eric to come home. The radiologist replacing him arrives on the 23rd and he’s scheduled to leave Afghanistan on the 30th. With any luck he’ll be home by… my birthday.




















