I type this as I hear Gray's sock feet pitter-pattering across the kitchen floor. You always hear people speak fondly of "the pitter patter of little feet," but how often do we take the moment to actually listen? It's adorable if you do.
Yesterday morning I awoke early to start on a pot of minestrone soup for family that just came home from the hospital. I also had to get ready for a hair appt and Gray woke up... I had a 1st- I blow-dried my hair while nursing!
There was a moment in the salon where I was sitting with a cup of hot lemon tea, listening to my toy, and knitting a Christmas present... in peace. I savored the moment. It was good.
After my brief getaway, it was back to reality at home and I finished up the soup and also made a batch of cookies to take, too! Hubby had taken Noah & Carter out for the day with him doing "guy stuff" and Gray and I ran our errands.
After dinner we all put on our warm pj's, hopped in the van, and went driving around looking at holiday lights.
It was just one of those good mom and good dad days.
I write about the good days, the funny things the kids say, and maybe an inspiring few words here & there. What you don't see is me barely getting out of my pj's before noon somedays, the dishes in the sink, and that the beds are still unmade.
I choose to remember the good days, the filled days, fulfilled days. It's good to know that sometimes everything does allign just right, and superwoman just might show up.
But even when she doesn't, I like to feel like she's a little bit in there all the time anyway...