For quite some time, I have thought about my story, as a woman and a mother. Many hours have been spent brainstorming ideas on how to best capture these fleeting days. I am not a scrapbooker. Not one of my boys has a photo album. Oh, I have the photos, all stored and organized in boxes. And I am now OK with them being stored in that manner. But like all other mamas, I want desperately to freeze the tiny blink-of-an-eye moments, when the stars and moon align perfectly, when you look down at your child and know they are yours, you are theirs, and all is right with the world. When you know you are in the exact place you were meant to be.
I have been chomping at the bit for three weeks now (for those of you Northerners, that means excited beyond containment) to share the news of a new project. A shared project. With another mama of three boys. A fellow Texan. A lover of nature and all that is out of doors. An amazingly creative woman and teacher. A person to whom I feel deeply connected to despite never having meeting to face. A sister mama.
If we were not so many miles apart, I know