I'm not sure why the older I get, the harder it seems to be simple. Something always seems to be throwing me into a turmoil where I lose my cool either at work or here at home. But when I'm with Spencer and we're home in the evening sitting on the couch watching Spongebob after supper and his bath, me massaging his hands and feet and just breathing him in, life seems so simple, so relaxed that I wish we could stay like this all day and night. Just enjoying him, not really pushing him to do something he doesn't want to, not trying to "fix" him, or, make him say sounds he can't or make him play something he doesn't want to. I enjoy this time, me and him. I get "warm fuzzies" deep down in my tummy because I know my little man will always help Mommie enjoy the simple life!
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