crayon while i'm in the shower. days when you throw everything down the stairs and it still hurts mommy's knee to walk up and down them. days when you throw fits and tantrums and you hit. days when mommy's patience runs out and we both can't wait until bedtime. you know, those days.
when bedtime finally comes and you finally fall asleep, i find myself sneaking into your room and kissing your sweet face. i find myself wishing you would wake up so i could tell you how much i love you and how sorry i am that we had a bad day. it's days like those that i pray to 