This pretty friend found her way into the kitchen earlier this week.
I wish that every morning could begin like Monday did, with cuddles and a cheery boy saying "get over here, snugglebug!"
I wish I was more patient.
I wish I could breathe.
I wish I could sing rodents and birds into a hypnotic state so they'd clean my house.
I wish that I knew that Stinky's little life won't be totally rocked or ruined by the addition of a little brother.
I wish we could fast forward to the baby's arrival, but still savor the summer.
I wish that I was more confident in who I will be as a mother of two. For that matter, I wish I was more confident in who I am as a mother of one.
I wish that my root beer float hadn't disappeared so quickly today.