When storms roll in, I love it and always watch by the window. The kids all come home from their wandering. We stay close. I stay still and I love when they linger. Tonight the boys stayed close, together. I love their 3 different age stages and eclectic mix of fascinating 17, 14 and 8 year old perspectives. We watched the storm run out of rain, together. “They always do,” I comment, hoping they’ll remember the analogy when they need it. I’ll always remember them this way, and so many other beautiful ways. Motherhood is divine in the sun and in storms, and especially while sitting still and making space for their lingering love. #OneBeautifulLife
(they’d kill me if I knew I was taking these photos 😉)
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