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What Makes Life Fun


For me, this is the joy of being alive. Being a mom is something I had no idea I ever wanted. Thank God He knew! Brainy Boy turned 12 on May 2, Little Chic will be 11 in September. This season of my life has been more than I could have ever asked for. What a privilege to have the honor of getting to watch two lives shape into the awesome people they are becoming!

The Edible Arrangement was pretty sweet too!

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Rochelle said…
Cute pic of the fam. Happy belated Mother's Day. I bet that edible arrangement was delicious!
Unknown said…
I'll say, what a nice family pic! What a sweet arrangement too!
Melanie said…
Happy Belated Mother's Day!

And, by the way- you look fabulous!!
Laurie said…
What a wonderful family photo, Jen! And I so agree with you abut motherhood. We were married 8 yrs before I became a mom and I couldn't believe how narrow my world had been up to that point! What an amazing opportunity and awesome (sometimes daunting) responsibility. Truly a labour of love!

I was at the ballfield the other day, one that had a playground, and caught sight of a little blonde girl, about 3, playing on the monkey bars. It caught my breath and brought tears to my eyes. Her little pigtails and chubby little legs just reminded me of how fast the time has flown by since Claire looked just like that. I want those years back to do them over and over again! But the years ahead will be just as wonderful. It was also a good reminder to take lots and lots and LOTS of photos!

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