a Mommy. 

I mean, I really LOVE being a Mommy and can feel it’s meaning.  Other times, I feel more like a worker-bee for three very different ungrateful little people…

This afternoon was one of my LOVE days. After my morning rush of home tours, we took our day to Piedmont Park. Someone (ok, it was me) had the great idea to bring bikes, forgetting the number of hills we’d encounter and I was the only one NOT on a bike (it did help me reach my 10k steps) AND that it was still 80 sunny degrees, but we stumbled on this adorable tiny shed/house-to which my 6yr old quickly said “I will make you one mommy. That’s something you would like…”  then he road off.  

This small gesture of recognizing my appreciation for the shed was awesome and just what I needed…