even though some gave us weeks...
Why I will always cherish the 24th of July, no matter what...
Camping reconnected me to some important lessons that needed revisitng...
I can finally work in peace, I don't have to take a million toddler-dictated breaks from a meeting and don't need to cook food for eight meals a day!! Yet I feel mixed emotions..
My tastebuds were doing the samba on a regular basis. Not to mention my tummy doing dutiful morning flip-flops. Funnily enough my early relationship with food was horrendous. I vowed my son's would be different..
We have our moments when it's gladiator versus wild beast. But we also have unbelievably precious moments I wouldn't trade for anything in the universe.
My toddler firmly took the madness of today into his grubby, pudgy, yogurt smeared hands. Did I mention his fingers made it into his ears?
I remind myself to drink in his sweet baby breath when he's having a meltdown in a public space and all I want to do in run home and hide.
The inexplicable feeling of flying High in the sky, high on love With sleeping babe in my arms Oh the bliss of those few quiet moments.... Deafening. Priceless.
..my morning muse on grief..