Showing posts with label Mono Monday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mono Monday. Show all posts

Monday, June 21, 2010

Mono Monday: Father's Day





These photos aren't from yesterday.

Nope.

Between cooking, guests and chasing young'ns, the camera stayed in its bag.

*sigh*

I did, however, have plenty of photos to choose from to display the Hubby's love and affection for the boys.

It was surprising for me to note that, considering how much his arms/shoulders bother him, there were quite a few photos in which he's holding, hugging or tickling the boys. All of which I know for a fact aggravate his shoulders.

But he did those things anyway.

Because he loves his boys.

A daddy's love.

"A truly rich man is one whose children run into his arms when his hands are empty."

~Author Unknown

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Mono Monday: Happy




A boy and his buddies....

HAPPY.


*Taken at the Bubs' field day event at school. The day was overcast, windy and a little chilly...not ideal conditions for a day of outdoor games and fun. But the kids didn't care and they're excitement was infectious. The Bubs' class had just gotten done with a relay event and when I turned around, there the boys were...how could I resist this shot? They were so cute and happy.

Monday, May 24, 2010

Mono Monday: Motherly Love




Motherly Love.
Grandmotherly Love.
Gammy Love.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Mono Monday: Motherhood


I remember the day I took this a little over a year ago.

Paperwork had all been signed, the nurses and (slightly pushy) feeding

consultants had stopped traipsing through our hospital room and the Hubs

was busy gathering up our stuff.

It was almost time to take little E-man home.


My hand was shaking a bit from sheer giddiness at the prospect of getting him home to our family...and partly from trying not to startle him.


The prospect of how I was going to manage to be a mother to two boys was very much on my mind and heart. Inadequacies and possible shortcomings loomed over me. They loomed and encroached until those few tiny seeds were beginning to take root...


Until.


Until I looked down and saw this precious little bundle.


Perfection doesn't fit into the equation of being a good Mom.


Love does.