This very moment. . .

Middle of the night ramblings from a sentimental (and emotional) mother. . . 

It doesn't happen very often, but one morning this week Oliver and I were home alone together. We took the big kids to school, dropped Audrey off at her cousins to play and came back to the cozy brick house.

He took a nice long bath. Not the rushed kind that he usually gets in the morning. This day he splashed with "his guys" (army men), "man-mals" (animals), and "dine-sars" (dinosaurs) until his fingers were nice and wrinkled. After I pulled him from the tub we q-tipped his ears, clipped his nails (fingers and toes), brushed his hair into a nice comb over (see photo above), and dressed him up in a handsome plaid shirt. For some reason I've been thinking about this simple sequence of events all week. I vividly remember repeating in my mind how grateful I was to have this boy. To love him. To mother him. To serve him.

All too often we're rushing around. Scratch that. All too often I'm rushing around and while I'm rushing I miss the beauty. The beauty of Oliver + Sam enjoying the morning sun. The beauty in a noisy house. The beauty in these fleeting days. The days when my babies are little. When I'm the one clipping their nails (fingers and toes), combing their hair and buttoning up their handsome shirts.


  1. beautifully written. even though i'm not having any kids on my own, i still could understand exactly how it feels, those special moments. love k

  2. So beautiful Danyelle. We have so many things to juggle, lists to complete, makes it so easy to pass these simple and pure moments of mothering by. Thank you for the reminder to slow down and just enjoy them.

    love this picture!

  3. I love those special moments.
    I love that Oliver calls his army men his guys. We call them that too :)

  4. What a sweet photo and a sweet post. Lovely as always. :)

  5. Thanks for the reminder to pause. Even with only one child in our house, I often get caught up in the 'to-do list' and forget to let tasks take a back seat to people.

    So glad you were able to have a special morning with that sweet boy!

    P.S. I love the comb over.

  6. It is but the blink of any eye.. that my oldest is 21 blows me away.. if I close my eyes I can almost reach out for his chubby hand.. but I open my eyes to see a man who works a dangerous job with grace and power all at once. yes.. just the blink of an eye.. amazing. Treasure it.

  7. I definitely need to stop rushing too. Time does go by fast and we need to make the most of it. :) Thanks for the reminder!

  8. Thank you for this ... I needed it!!

  9. That sweet picture of Oliver and Sam made me tear up...

    Thanks for visiting us last night. Your kindness is so appreciated.


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