My son A.W. is six years old. My daughter A.G. is six months old. As I play with her, I am reminded of some of the fun times A.W. and I had when he was younger. I really tried to see the messes and crayon marks in the proper perspective and enjoy the fun in the moments. So here are a few photos to give you a peek into the typical days around our home back then.
“It is not until you become a mother that your judgment slowly turns to compassion and understanding. ”