Sometimes I don’t get enough pictures of this one.
He’s always a step ahead, a plan ahead; he’s constantly active and not interested in looking and smiling.
I’m glad for normal.
I like this picture.
His sense of balance.
I’ve been thinking a lot about that throughout this past weekend and the days since.
I’m glad for healthy. For things I easily take for granted.
Glad that he’s on the mend, recovering.
I’m ready for the normal to be back for this guy.
Ready to stop thinking about the brain and concussions and feeling a pit in my stomach- knowing it could have been worse.
Ready to breathe deeply again.
Because I’m a mom. And this is what I know- until things are right with our children, moms sometimes forget to breathe. There’s no changing that.
And there’s no changing this-
I love this boy.