We blessed The Tater today at church.
It's events like this that make me miss living close to family - because things like this should be a celebration and instead, it just seems like any other Sunday.
Despite that, Husband did a beautiful job on the blessing, Carolyn was almost quiet enough for me to hear most of it, and Tate didn't cry at all.
I feel very lucky to be the mother of these two kids. Oh, don't get me wrong, I struggle and struggle with it - most of the time, I don't think I'm good at it at all. But then, there are those moments where you look at your babies and just think, "Is there anything more beautiful than these babies of mine? Probably not."
PS I couldn't, for the life of me, get Tater to smile while taking these pictures. I tried everything that usually works and all I got were smirks or stares. He was so tired by this time, that I'm surprised he wasn't just down right bawling.