There are so many things I hope my kids remember about their childhood… That they were always greeted by the smell of dinner on the stove. That a cup of tea could solve more than we thought. That Friday movie night beat just about anything else. That we sat around the table together — no phones, just conversation. That there were backyard wiffle ball games and slow summer evenings. That Saturday morning chores weren’t their favorite… but the feeling after was. That Sunday mornings meant rushing out the door for church. And that most nights ended with prayers, all cuddled up on someone’s bed. Nothing extravagant. Nothing perfect. Just a life that felt steady, safe, and full of love. 🤍 - IntentionalMotherhood FamilyRhythms SlowLivingHome FaithFilledHome EverydayMagic