the simple beautiful. some more. and again.

These are the moments that I already know that I will miss.

The moments that I wish I had stored up and stacked up higher and better with my first five children.

(Five children  – has it taken me this many to begin to understand?)

The tiny and the tender helpful ways that a three-year-old tries to serve his momma.

Otto Helps Oat.

It’s beautiful.

And I’m grateful that I have eyes to see.