Oh, Monday. You've really done it this time. It's only lunchtime and enough has gone wrong to warrant some serious missing of my babies. We had the best weekend together. The kind that made me so thankful for my sweet family. We hit the zoo on Saturday (photos to come!), celebrated my dad's birthday that evening, and managed to have some relaxing time at home together on Sunday. Yesterday evening I had Z all cuddly in my lap while we watched Q playing with his "guys" and trucks, and T was putting on some music in the kitchen as the last rays of the winter sun lingered on the couch. I thought, these are the moments. The small ones that I want to hang onto.
And then we had to go our separate ways today. Some Mondays I'm grateful for a little me time at work. But today I was more than hesitant to leave them. So I will take this moment to gaze unabashedly at my little loves. Because really they are the best kind of therapy.