Stickers on our foreheads, love in our hearts
Last night, my son hooked one of his toy trucks to the back of his tricycle. He roamed the house pretending he was a salesman: of toys, stickers, popcorn and ice cream.
I bought stickers and toys with imaginary “tickets,” but got change back in dollars. After returning my change, Li’l D peeled stickers from their backing and affixed them to my shirt.
Away this morning to grocery shop, I stopped to eat. I pulled out my phone and burst into laughter at what I found.
I understand why people don’t want kids. I’ll never try to push anyone toward parenthood. Yet, when I look at these pictures, I’m grateful it’s part of my life. There’s joy in the silliness of these small moments, a joy that’s every bit worth sleep lost, arguments had and worry amplified.
With stickers on our bellies and foreheads and love in our hearts, I think:
The only thing better than one will be two!