"I felt the tug on my sleeve and looked down to find him standing motionless. His mouth was moving but I couldn’t make out his words. His quiet body in the noisy room caught me off guard. I bent down to find his voice."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
Erica DeSpain is the author of WhimsicalSeptember.com, an entertainment source for young families that covers topics such as affordable fashion, easy homemade meals, manageable travel, healthy relationships, faith, and more. She is a firm believer in balance, and practices this in the form of 5 a.m. workouts and nightly dessert. Cheers!
"A few months ago my 2-year-old daughter and I were driving home from dinner and as we pulled onto our street a lump formed in my throat and big, ugly tears began to stream down my face; I realized that tonight was our very last night ever just the two of us to do my daughter’s bath time and bedtime routine..."
