Nolan and I discovered the KING of story times today. Story, craft, lots of room and encouragement to run around.
Nolan had a BLAST, giggled a LOT, and I think completely forgave me for pulling him out of his nap in order to make it.
We will be back.
While we were there, I was asked how old Nolan was and then told, "I definitely don't miss that age."
Now, I know some of you are aware of my Mama Bear side, and I can assure you, that part of me did not come out.
There was no anger or hurt on my part, but just after she said that, Nolan took off toward a slew of breakable things, so what just maybe I would have said is finding a home here.
I wanted to tell that women that this is my favorite age, that every new age is my favorite. I wanted to tell her that after a year+ of struggle, I feel content. I feel even better than that. Nolan is one of the handful of reasons why, despite not having a lot of money, I don't think I've ever felt richer in my life.
I think she meant well; I hope I don't look back and miss these days too much, either. I hope I keep learning, growing, and rolling with who Nolan is and becomes.
I hope that every age will continue to be my new favorite.