I’m already emotional this week. I mean, I cried most of yesterday — for a variety of reasons. But a big reason is that my baby? He’s no longer a baby. He’s a boy. I can’t even call him a toddler anymore. He’s. a. BOY! My heart is so happy and so, so, emotional. I can’t believe it was four years ago since my horrific labor with him. Holy smokes. (See Ari’s birth story here).
I’m so grateful to have spent a weekend with my sister, brother-in-law, and little nephew, Brennen! Columbus is about a 2.5 hour drive from where we live, but it’s close enough. And I’m so grateful to have had this time to reconnect with them over baby snuggles and football on the TV!
I’m content with the direction in which my life is going. Eek! That kinda sounded deep. But I don’t mean for it to be, honestly. I just mean, this blog, my kiddos, my job… I’m just, well, content. And thank you for being part of my life!
I really wish for the health of my family members. Without getting into details, would you mind please just keeping my family in your thoughts this week? I honestly have never asked that before. Ever. But we need it. More on that later. Thanks, loves.
Happiness is happy babies. Have you ever tried to be happy around miserable babies?? Because it’s impossible. No joke. But our kiddos have been (mostly) genuinely happy for the last several days. So yeah. That’s real happiness, y’all.