I know they are mine: but our kids are the best kids in the world. Seriously. It takes being out in public, socializing with other families and just taking a moment to stop and watch them- but over the past few days I have been slapped in the face with the reality that my kids are the sweetest, funniest, smartest, little people I know. (Given, some of these features shine brighter in one kiddo over the other- ha!)
Olivia has been the through a lot these past few months and has been nothing but a dream. I think as an adult, could I handle all of the changes and events that have gone on out here with as much grace as she has? From starting a new school at the end of the year, to holding Jason and my hands during Gary's memorial service, to moving AGAIN!, and the knowledge that a new school year will start again soon- with new teachers, new faces... She has been nothing but her sweet Olivia-self- has taken everything on like a solider. She helps us do anything we ask without pouting, she has been kind to Luke- even though I know she would rather play with ANYONE but him at times, and in true- Olivia fashion, sometimes she just goes in her room and plays for hours- happy to have some time to herself- and giving us all a break from each other. I feel like at times, I don't truly appreciate how awesome a kids she is, and I feel terrible about it. And then we go to a restaurant, or to a park, and see what else is out there and I spend the rest of the afternoon in awe of her. I wonder sometime, and worry a lot, about whether or not we have spoiled her- she has never wanted for anything in her life and I know she has been over-indulged with a lot- and then I see how generous and thoughtful she is with not only her possessions, but her time and actions, that I think, maybe somewhere along the line, we've done an okay job as parents.