Mother's Day

Started off the day good, ended the day good, but had a few rough spots in the middle. I tend to get a little sad on Mother's Day. I guess I get stuck on how much nicer it would be to spend Mother's Day in Italy instead of Holland.

We had a beautiful afternoon/evening on the beach. I am so proud of B. He tries so hard to overcome his fears (of which he has many). Last time we went to the beach, T made the boys go to the waters end. This time, as soon as we got there, B. grabbed T's hand and led him right to water's edge. And stuck his foot in all by himself! Just to do it. To prove to himself that he could. And he paid super close attention to the waves the entire time, judging how far up the shore the water would come, when he needed to run back up the shore, when he could stay where he was, when it was safe to put his foot in quickly, and when the next wave was coming too quickly. It was really beautiful. At one point, B was paying more attention than T, who wound up getting wetter than he would have liked! A great end to Mother's Day.