My eyes tear up a little as Ellie twirls herself whimsically on the hardwood floors, perpetually two days overdue for mopping. In my mom-life world, mopping is my nemesis and a battle I often lose to the yogurt on the floor, the toys scattered all over and the muddy paw prints from the
THAT LOOK.
I yearn to put to words the emotions that most move my heart. It’s the only way I know how to slow down in life, to say no to the rush of busyness and to practice being in the present. People have told me that there’s nothing quite as filling to your soul like