Funny how our wants change over time. Our changeableness is beautiful to me. Sometimes its painful of course but ultimately it proves that we are not necessarily destined to be anything but that which we choose to be. I like that.
For example. When I was little all I ever wanted seemed to arrive on Christmas morning. Barbies, new clothes, My Little Ponies, and a banana seat bike.
I love the memories but oh how my wants have changed.
My boys keep asking me what I want for Christmas and they are bummed that they get the same, seemingly boring answer time and again.
I want to see them smile. Can words express how much I love being a mom?
What one thing do you want above all this year? From the gut, first answer that pops into your head. Please share!
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