The days that follow a ‘do-over’ hold unnecessary stress for all of the family. The pain gonif strikes on its own schedule. Azoy. Time was carved out and stolen. It does not come back easily. We stay cautiously optimistic, not knowing when the thief returns…
“Mommy, are you better?” Four little words. Oh how to answer these sweet little faces. Super Mommy powers to the rescue. Grab your land legs, “Of course sweeties!”
Little, Big, Ema and me need some fun.
A nice day. Crisp, autumn air.
A babbling brook. Discoveries abound.
Crunching leaves underfoot. Running over bridges.
Peeping in windows. Making believe. Making it real.
Bumping into fellow Miquon tots.
Jumping across the creek rocks. Slipping into the cold water.
Oops! Giggling, then freezing. No fear here.
A time like no other.
Beautifully, fantastically brought to you by mother earth.
Guilt free. Gelt free. Frugally fantastic.
What’s not to love?
Little, Big, Ema and I had fun.
Hey pain, “Gay kocken affin yom!“