All these pretty pictures are waiting for me to upload, but I stumbled on this. Tristan wanted a photo of his spoon balancing on his bowl this morning, and I’m in the background photo-bombing with a head of greasy hair, bad posture, and dirty kitchen.
But… this is motherhood. This is what they’ll remember. Not the curated feed, makeup done, or even wearing clothes that match. The dirty, funny, silly, loving, messy, times when Kyle and I are both rundown, but still doing are best. This is what counts! 💕