All in Motherhood
There are moments in my "mom-ness" when all I want is to be alone- not touched, spoken to, or thought of by anyone. And there are moments that are quite the opposite- when I long to hold my girls close and soak in their smell and their mess and their sweetness.
Sweet little girl,
Every time someone asks me how old you are, I have to do a mental double take. Because HOW IN THE WORLD ARE YOU ALREADY EIGHT MONTHS?! It seems like you were just a tiny newborn snuggled up on my chest.
Little Mara,
If this picture doesn't sum up your sweet personality, I'm not sure what will. People tell me all the time that you're the happiest baby they've met- and I can't disagree.
My daughter woke up at 4:30 am this morning. The rain that had started when when we went to bed was still falling in a quiet, rhythmic pattern outside, reminding me of how little time had passed since I closed my eyes. The house was cold- our little space heater tries to heat our big house, but ends up being carried from room to room, reminding me of how quickly Winter will be here.
Mornings are tired, grumpy, half-hearted times- usually. The term "morning person" could not be less true of me.
