These are the days, or should I say nights. Saturday night, is our night! Reserved for the Watson party of four if I can help it. Yes, I know one day I am pretty sure two people are not going to be loving their Saturday night with us, but for now they do and I don't want to miss a moment. A moment of backyard hide and seek. A moment of barefoot running in the golf course sprinklers and getting completely soaked. A moment of simply bubbles, giggles and rosy cheeks.
And here is some sad, real truth that I must confess. I miss moments. I am attached to my phone and not present. I am responding to a text, scrolling a feed, reading some junk email, and I miss moments, not because I want to and not because I care about y'all more than my family, but out of habit. This habit started small and I have seen it grow, but it has to stop now! The last thing I want my kids to remember is me with my phone. I want to them to feel embrace, hear my laugh, and smell my smell. I want to support my husband, to listen intently, to encourage him, and love him fiercely.
This video popped up on my Facebook this week (shocker, I know), and I can't seem to get it out of my mind.
I hope it touches you like it did me.