The Sweet Stuff

Our lives are not perfect. And in this house there has been lots of heartache and growing pain in the last year. However, the sweet stuff is far better, far lovelier than any any of those difficult things. 

The sweet things. 

That is what our memories are made of.

Incredible dinners with dear friends. 

The secrets exchanged between the sweetest little friends that there ever were. 

A sweet little head tilt that surely she inherited from here mama. And the biggest blue eyes she got from here daddy. 

Sweet love between the little Chubbs and her parents.

Learning how to do things like stand- and the joy and pride we feel when the she succeeds after so much practice.

 She is even proud of herself. 

I am overwhelmed with the sweet things. 

Love,
La