They will come home when they are hungry - my mom used to say. Vir Jan en Martin, vir Riempie, vir Fienie wat nooit kon saam speel nie, vir Finn en Gerrie.
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don’t know about you, but when I look back over those albums I simply gloss over the images where everyone is smiling nicely at the camera. BUT it’s those other photos that really grabbed my attention. The shots of us playing, hanging out, opening presents on Christmas morning. I couldn’t get my nose close enough to that clear plastic protective sheet trying to pick out the details. What toys were we playing with, what books were on the shelf, what gifts were poking out of our stockings that
If you could peek in my living room right now and see me you'd see a mom with puffy eyes from crying the night before because she was overwhelmed and didn't feel like she measured up. You'd see a four year old with his superman shirt on backwards because he dressed himself. You'd see a living room window with handprints on it as the morning sun streams into the living room and dances across the floor which has Easter grass littered about. You'd see me. The imperfect trying and feeling like s...