I really have no words for today’s gratitude. Words can’t do it justice, honestly.
So I’m going to let this picture, which makes my heart stop, do all the talking about how grateful I am that God chose me to be this beautiful, perfect little boy’s mama.
I love my baby. So very much. Like, so much it actually physically hurts sometimes. But every now and again I crave some time alone, both by myself and just in the company of my husband.
Today, I am grateful for two days in a row of getting just that!
Yesterday, I had to work later than the childcare at church is provided, so Dan offered to take Dax and work from home so I could stay onsite. When I got home hours later, Dax was still napping and Dan was done working, and so we got to enjoy two whole hours of “just us” time. (I had to wake Dax up for dinner at 6:30!)
And this morning, after Dan left for work around 7:30, Dax was still asleep. So I got up and took advantage of that by making myself some breakfast (a mother??!?!?! eating alone??!?!?!) and pulling out my journal.
When Dax started making noise in his crib, I looked at the clock: it was 8:30! I’d just gotten a whole hour to myself to journal and enjoy some “me” time. For most moms, that’s unheard of! And when it was all said and done I was in such a cheerier mood than I usually am when Dax wakes up in the morning.
And I am so thankful.
Like I said, don’t get me wrong, I am so completely enamored with my little boy. But having some quiet time to myself gives me the recharge I need to be the best mommy for him.
And now, because the sun is shining and the breeze is blowing and it’s not eight hundred degrees outside, we’re going to go to the park. What a great day already and it’s only 10!
What are you grateful for today?
So, hey, already skipped a day. Off to a stellar start, friends!
I’m having a hard time choosing what one thing to be grateful for. The entire day from start to finish was perfect. It started out at church, where I got to play a piano that used to belong to Elton John and then see my dear friends’ children get baptized. After that, we all hung out at said friends’ house to eat and celebrate and LET ME TELL YOU, Naples brought out the big guns weather-wise. It was only (!!!) 80 degrees, with a slight breeze, and no clouds in the sky. We sprawled out on blankets in the backyard under trees and sipped wine as we watched all the kids bound about on the springy grass, and all the while my smart phone lay dormant.
And don’t even get me started on the cookies.
But I’ll simplify it to this: today I am grateful for new. I am thankful for new weather patterns, new friends, and that all of this “new” is slowly backing up to make way for “normal”. And I like that.
Today I’m grateful for Trader Joe’s. (Okay, who isn’t?)
But I’m also grateful for a sweet baby who LOVES to sleep. On top of sleeping all night, my little one is currently on hour three of his afternoon nap. (Called so because he naps the entire afternoon.) I think I’ll join in on the fun.
Once you cross over to life as a mother, nothing is never the same. And, for the most part, that’s a good thing. Now that I know what life is like with Dax Arthur on earth, I can never imagine my world without him. He is my everything.
But, like, I’m tired. Most of the time. Coffee is no longer a luxury but is instead a necessity, the only thing that can get me to sundown without face-planting on the floor.
So many mornings I find myself wondering, Will I ever sleep in again like I did when I was young? And I sigh, looking at my bright-eyed, joyous little ball of 15-month-old chub and think, Probably not but hey, it’s all good.
And then days like today happen, where I feel the morning sunlight on my eyelids and pop them open to find myself awake, alert, and the baby monitor silent, the beautiful un-noise that a sleeping baby makes.
And even though it’s 8am, I’ve “slept in”. Today, this is what I am grateful for.
A few minutes later Dax did wake, happy as can be, and I rushed to his crib to fetch him and bring him into our bed for morning snuggles.
There’s no denying that he’s a cute alarm clock. But it’s nice that he didn’t set himself on Saturday morning.
There is no doubt that my family has been through some ish the past few months. From moving away from our friends and family to our baby’s seizure to this miscarriage, we’ve been bracing ourselves for the next wave to hit.
But, even still, there are new mercies each day. And it would do my spirit well to acknowledge these gifts of grace publicly so that I’m held accountable by the internet to not be a total buzz kill all the time. Because no one likes that, right?
So each day during the month of November, I’m going to blog about at least one thing I’m grateful for. Let’s be real — as a work-from-home mom it’s always challenge to find time to blog at least once a WEEK let alone once a DAY, so some of my posts will be kinda short and sweet. But it’s really important to make a point to be grateful each day for one month to turn my stinkin’ thinkin’ back into the rainbows and unicorns I’m used to.
Today’s is easy; last night, I got a package in the mail from my friends in Tallahassee. Check out the contents of this bad boy:
In case you can’t really see in the picture, here are some highlights:
- Guatemalan coffee beans!
- Nail polish.
- Dr. Pepper flavored Lip Smackers.
- A homemade loaf of bread. (Which is delicious as is but when slathered in butter is ZOMG-worthy.)
- Mustache duct tape.
- A naked lady light switch cover.
- A 1Direction notebook.
- Tons of origami cranes made out of book pages.
I seriously have the best friends. Such an awesome blessing to come across. Thanks guys!