Well, we did it! We took a few days and went to D.C. We saw as much as we could...with a 7 year old and a baby. The District of Columbia is a place that's packed with people of every imaginable descent and nationality. In any given moment I heard no less than three or four different languages being spoken. Love that! 
The Smithsonian Museums were great. We could have spent weeks taking a more thorough tour of them but we were determined to swing through the exhibits that would interest us (i.e. anything to do with trains for the Bubs) and to see as much as physically possible. I got a kick out of all the gardens and greenery that were dotted here and there throughout the downtown areas. They were a lovely respite amidst the hustle and bustle of the 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."
I remember the day I took this a little over a year ago.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.
