“When I’m worried and cannot sleep, I count my blessings instead of sheep.” -Bing Crosby

I’ve wanted to do a photo shoot at the Naval Base for quite some time and I’ve always been too busy, I figured today was as good as any to bring Jude to a new fun playground. All he needs is steps, bumps, rocks, and sticks to have a good ‘ol time. I was laughing half the time we were out together. He found this large moss covered wooden stick and heft it over his shoulders and started saying in Chinese, “Diao yu!” He asked me to drag it over to the waters edge and plopped himself down on a large rock, before asking me to find a stick and join him on his fishing trip. Seriously, how can I have a bad morning with this one? (Remind me the next time he throws a tantrum about posts like this)

Having lost my father when I was nine years old has probably put me into overdrive as a parent in some ways. I just want to fill Jude’s life bucket with a million and one adventures, so that whenever that day comes I know he’ll be able to look back with no regrets. Instead of a lifetime of, “I wish I had more time with my mom.” I want him to believe, “The time I had with her was more than enough.” For now, I commit to spending each day and each moment I have with Jude enjoying our time as mother and son.