A Day of Chaos, Laughter, and Little Bit of Forgetfulness

After the chaos and laughter that filled our morning, I finally took a deep breath. The rest of the day turned out to be somewhat productive—at least by the standards of a mom juggling life with a little one. My youngest kept me on my toes, as always, but we managed to find a rhythm that worked… for a little while.

When my oldest came home, tired but smiling from a full day of 3rd grade, we decided to make the most of the lingering summer heat. We packed up and headed to my parents' house for a quick dip in the pool. There’s something magical about these late summer afternoons—sunlight bouncing off the water, giggles echoing through the backyard, the kind of moments you want to bottle up and keep forever.

While chasing pool toys and handing out snacks, it hit me: Today is my parents' twenty-sixth wedding anniversary.

I felt a twinge of guilt—how had I let it slip my mind? The selflessness (or maybe just the sheer distraction) of everyday mom life had consumed me so completely, I’d forgotten a milestone in the love story that made my own possible.

So tonight, I’m choosing to be present. To celebrate them—not with grand gestures, but with gratitude. For the example they’ve set, the love they’ve nurtured, and the home they've always kept open to the chaos and joy of my little family.

Here’s to love, lasting through the seasons. And here’s to remembering—even when life is full to the brim.