Run Noah Run

Day 6.

Many days, parenting is about simple pleasures. The simple pleasure of watching your almost 2-year old pray for "mommy, daddy" with his eyes closed at the dinner table. The simple pleasure of both children eating the plate of food you lay before them at lunch. The simple pleasure of your 3-year old calling your placemat a "poster."

I am grateful for Noah's little run.

We have a long, long hallway that spans half of our condo. It is a child's dream for running, riding bikes, "skating" and many other activities that our downstairs neighbors hate. As I cringe for the sound of the phone ringing, ready to hear our grumpy Grinch downstairs cuss me out, I LOVE to see those little legs running down that hall. He has the cutest run I've ever seen, and I can't help but smile when I see it.