Love Thursday/Quality Friday

For awhile now I've seen this friend participate in this thing called Love Thursday. I've gathered that the premise is to post something that shows love in your life that particular week. (Correct me if I'm wrong, please.)

Recently, this friend started something called Quality Friday, where you're to post something of quality about your week on Fridays. (Right?!?)

This week I have had a million and one moments that could count or qualify as my moments.

My heart and mind are heavy. So heavy.

Today, H turned thirteen months and it is so hard to believe that it was exactly twelve months ago that we were at Gammi and Gampi's celebrating his first sleepover at their home.
We were at their home again today visiting with both of my parents and my dad managed to snap these shots.

What a difference a year makes, eh?

In more ways than one.

This last month since H turned one has passed by so quickly. Not as many noticeable changes. Still not walking. Talking up a storm. Into EVERYTHING!

He tried his first apple today.


After these pictures were taken he threw the apple like a baseball across the kitchen. It may be awhile before we try that again.

Here are some pictures of T playing baseball. He is so good. He is in the Willie Mays League which is for 9-10 year olds. (He is only 8 but tried out and made it!)

And T's biggest fans....

(Self portrait by M herself, oy!)

H, who may or may not demand raisins and sippy cups during games thus far.

This week the best way I can describe love is all of this. Just sitting at my parents, helping my mom and dad with whatever they need, laughing as I sloppily eat a Ding Dong on the couch with my mom. Watching H discover a new food (even if that means throwing it across the kitchen) Enjoying T's baseball games. Being proud of him for playing so hard.

Love is all that. Putting it all aside.

Do you ever realize how many times a day you may say 'in a minute' or 'just let me finish this' etc? Is it just me?

Love to me is putting it all away, and doing what is truly important. Spending time with those I love. Enjoying each and every moment. Enough with the just let me do this or that. Love to me is listening to some made up song about the flowers and trees by M. Love to me is talking about something I have no interest in but I know that T loves. Love to me is leaving the kitchen a disaster to go on a walk with H.

That is love, to me.