Today I am struck by a word.
Last night my mama heart constricted tightly as my eldest lost not one, but both of his front teeth. Ahh! My baby is growing up. Every time I look at his beautiful smile I am literally reminded of how quickly he is growing up and how I want to intentionally choose to be present in each moment. To be wholly present in order to fully enjoy all that each moment holds.
Immediately after the tooth incident I kissed all of my men good-bye and drove across town for a meeting. Later that night when I came home I inquired about the rest of the evening. I was surprised to find out that Myles decided that he wanted to wait to put his teeth under his pillow for the tooth fairy to retrieve. Puzzled by this I asked Eric why Myles did not want stash his teeth tonight. "He wants to wait until we are all home and we can put them under his pillow TOGETHER."