Balls.A Boy.My Life

I have been sorting through the last 5 months of pictures in an effort to write a select few posts of my little girl. I noticed I have written very little about her. Actually very little about anything in general. In the process I ran across these pictures of my little man. I remember the day clearly... It seems so long ago but this was only two months ago. A Friday evening in early April. We had gotten home from a long day at the zoo and running errands. I remember sitting there watching my son play as I watched the time on our microwave continue to change. It was close to 6 pm and I sat there waiting for "Dadda" to come home. Eli had been talking about the "Duts" all day and I knew he wanted to share his stories with "Dadda". I was sad that we hadn't seen him much, upset that we had been planning on taking the kids to the zoo together but I ended up taking them myself. He wanted to be there for Eli's first trip however this down economy has had him working long hours for the last year. In my pity party I remember snapping the pictures because in the moment I thought that his playing was cute. Now looking back at them they open my eyes to much more than cuteness.

This right here is my life. My perfectly imperfect life. I notice my son playing over "Dadda's" flip flops as if they are suppose to be there, as if they are part of the game he has going on. I notice the pair of jeans casually laying atop of our couch. I see a dirty baby sock. I see a basketball Easter egg that Eli has been playing with daily for the last few weeks. I see his little toy car under the couch flipped upside down. I see what I think are crumbs of Lucky Charms on the floor. I see a bag of wipes. I see my son wrapped up in his own game. I see him carefree, unaware of mommy, unaware of the time I see him truly enjoying his toys and being a child. I see all this all while the sun is seeping through our open window. I see my life right here. Everyday.

It's hard to appreciate what I have when I have been focusing so much on what is missing. I have been focusing so much on missing my husband, missing us as a family, missing us as couple that I failed to notice that because of his absence he has given me this. My life. My world. The opportunity to spend every day with our children and have the opportunity to appreciate little moments like this.