Little pieces of love

 

I know... I know...

My children are probably just as guilty as every other kid their age when it comes to spending too much time on their phones. 

But there's one thing I absolutely can't complain about...

My seven-year-old spends her summer days sending me little snapshots of her world while I'm at work.

A picture of a sleepy cat... A silly moment with her siblings... A random little adventure that made her smile.

And every single time my phone buzzes...

My heart smiles too. 

Those little notifications aren't interruptions. They're tiny reminders that even when we're apart, she's thinking about me.

One day these summer breaks will become school days again. Then they'll become jobs, families, and lives of their own.

So for now... I'll happily treasure every blurry picture, every random update, and every little "Mom, look!" that pops onto my screen.

Because someday... I'll probably miss hearing that phone buzz.

Love doesn't always arrive in long conversations.

Sometimes... it arrives as a picture of a cat. 

Carry one. Pass one on.

Source: Pieces of me, By Lyddi on Facebook

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