Inevitably Rose starts off this time with, "Tell me a story Mommy."
It is not a request.
So a few weeks ago, I decided to turn the tables.
As soon as I heard her seat belt click into place, I said, "Tell me a story Rosy."
Silence indicated that she was contemplating this turn of events.
"All my stories are your stories Mommy."
And I blinked hard, because she was correct. All the stories she has heard and lived have been with me. Everything that has happened so far in her short life, has happened with me. I love that.
So here is our last month in pictures. All the stories we've lived together.
|The frogs that my three younger children consider family.|
|The "all boy" camping trip out to an island for Rowan's 9th birthday.|
Dave's Aunt and Uncle gifted us this boat this spring. So sweet!
|Picking pears at the cottage.|
|Rowan asked for a pair of overalls and a push lawn mower for his birthday.|
|The boy's dam and the resulting pond|
|The kids made themselves breakfast down on the island.|
|Rowan had to get creative with where to put the pears!|