Little Man ran a 1/2 mile race this past weekend. I was so proud of him. I don't think he got how far the race was going to be but once he started he never stopped running. I ran with him and he made me hold his hand for a while and then he got more comfortable and let go. He is so fast that I honestly had a hard time keeping up with him. He got a medal for completing the race and we had to convince him that he couldn't sleep with the medal on. He understood that he wasn't the fastest (he was racing with kids 3 and 4 years older than him) but he get how important it was that he kept running and didn't give up even when it was longer than he wanted. My heart was overflowing with pride and it was just a lot of fun to run with him!
I have to mention my amazingly thoughtful mother's day gift from Papa Bear and the boys. Papa Bear printed off the first two years of blog posts and had them bound in a book for me. I just keep reading old posts of the kids and am so glad I take the time to write these little memories down.
And last by not least I have to wax poetic about the awesomeness of being a mom to my sweet kids. They are good kids, no they are amazing kids and words just don't to them justice. I am so proud to be their mom.
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