I went with every intention of getting two very important pictures: (1) a picture for the baby's dedication on May 12th, and (2) a picture of the boys for Baylor magazine's "Baylor Bear Cub Corner."
Was I successful?
No. A fail. And a fail.
But a beautiful day, two beautiful boys of mine, and a wonderful memory, so really, who cares if I got those two pictures? Not I.
The toddler wasn't much for cooperating. Shocking, I know. For the life of me, I could not get him to smile. I even bribed him with a movie when we got home. Nope. Nothing worked. :)
(In case you're thinking, "Um, what are you talking about!? These are precious!" please be advised that I took 241 pictures today.)
The toddler and sweet B have practically grown up together. They've seen each other just about every day of their precious lives. What can I say? They're like siblings.
The toddler decided he was going to be a blue dragon. B's momma asked her, "What animal do you want to be?"
No hesitation. "A camel."
We stifled our laughter just long enough to watch our kiddos--the dragon and the camel--run off, squealing (B) and growling (toddler/ferocious dragon).
And I cried, as I have done every day since finding out we're leaving. It's not that I don't know we'll make wonderful friends and a wonderful life in Virginia. It's just that knowing that fact doesn't make leaving any easier. It doesn't make leaving our precious friends one bit easier.
And I held my babies--my precious, sweet, healthy, wonderful, kissable babies. Because, thank you dear God, they make my heart beat. They make every day magical and worth living well. They make my breath catch in my chest--you know that feeling?--where you know with everything in you that if you expel, you'll let out a sob? That's what my babies do to me.
And just because I'm feeling sentimental, here's a look back at past Wye Mountain excursions:
2011. . .
2012. . .
2013. . .
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