Lately, music has just rung in my ears .... literally and figuratively. My wonderful, and ever-so-thoughtful hubby bought me an iPod before I went on my venture to Mexico. I don't think I've mentioned it here .... (might be the only place I haven't, actually) ... but - I LOVE THAT LITTLE THING!!!!! It is delicious, and just one helluva an invention! Sheesh .. whatever did we do before these teensy-weensy music players?
oh, my, my,my .... how it can change all that I am processing in my little head. I wear it on my walks, to the gym, working out at home, the entire flight to and from Mexico, and also anywhere I can "get away with it". I haven't even finishing loading all the songs I want yet .... I have so many that I want in there, and so little time. ;o) What an invention! heh.
But that's the literal side, the music *is* in my ears. Now, the figurative side - I think it's my daughter that is doing this to me. We BOTH walk around the house humming, and even singing, she sings in the bath, the shower, in her room, playing with dolls, the dogs, getting her coat on ... you name it, there is music in her head - and she puts it in mine!! I love it! I find myself reaching to play music all day long. (truthfully, I prefer that over the 'tube, and will always prefer that!)
C-man sings, too, but not nearly as often ... and not the same way. He sings with his movements, his action. I'll try to explain ... picture this: bounding down the stairs humming, and throwing a word or two that you might know, then swinging from the bottom of the banister to jump onto the floow at the bottom of the stairs, and the "bam" of his feet is the end of the song. Can you hear it?
It is a musical house in many ways. :O)
I may have missed my calling .... I do hope that my kids "hear" theirs and develop the love of music. Especially K, who is currently taking piano lessons. I think C will love to try guitar as he has always discussed that as an interest. Just need to fit that in. ;o)
I think of the entertainment that I could be witness to ... oh, how that makes me smile. A pianist, and a guitarist. A hockey player, and a gymnast. An artist, and a baseball player.
The world is your oyster - I hope we can be the widest ocean in which to spread those "fins" to try it all.
The music of children is the best music of all.
Monday, January 30, 2006
Sunday, January 29, 2006
whenever I see your smiling face, I have to smile myself ....
This is so true for me. The smiles that greet me, the laughter that resounds in this home. Oh, how I relish that!
My daughter has this laugh. I cannot even find the words to describe (and believe me, I have tried to think of ways endlessly ...) it is the most delicious sound on the planet. I heard it twice today, for two very different reasons, but clearly because she was overwhelmed with giddiness.
So, the first, we're in the car this AM, grabbed coffee, and the obligatory {groan} bribery/bring to your friends-at-your-brother's-early-morning-hockey-game munchkins, and I hand them back to her, she grabs the box, and literally says to herself, as if I am not even there anymore (I am so not kidding ...) STRAIGHT to that zen zone, people.
"ah, munchkins, MY munchkins ....!!" and then rolls into *that* sound. That deep in her throat,cackle with a low raspy sound. "hah hah hah hah"
I nearly drove off the road. Laughed so damn hard.
She finally came out of the zone and says, what's so funny? Did someone tell a joke on the radio? She did it again tonight playing air hockey with C. She was in that zone again, and had just scored against him. That noise just rose up and tickled my funny bone. Oiy. kills me.
And he, the C-man, had me in stitches this morning. Early to rise for the hockey game, and he is attempting to get dressed in his clothes with the lights off in his room, trying to stay quiet so as not to wake the 'lil sistah. I hear this odd noise, a few grunts, and then fabric rustling. I sneak (yep, needed to not halt this one in the middle ... had to investigate) up to the door, and there he is bare chested, jeans halfway up, the bottoms under his feet, and the waist struggling over the hips (people, he is 51 lbs here, what hips?!) and literally stepping around the room (picture the jeans under his heels, and he's not able to free them) as if these are Brooke's Calvin's from 1977.
I almost fell down laughing so hard. I had to walk away and try to stop the laughter, but he caught me sitting down and looks me in the eye with a still bare chest, but jeans on this time, and says with barely opened eyes "what's so funny?"
I just had to hug him .... explained that the way he was "dancing" to get his jeans on looked quite funny, and I had not seen that before. We laughed some more, and by this time, S needed to know the source of the laughter, so we told him, this time both laughing.
OOOOO ... I could eat them both UP! And really, each of these is SO a location story, but I had to share.
I just have to smile when I think of it all. These ARE the best days .....
My daughter has this laugh. I cannot even find the words to describe (and believe me, I have tried to think of ways endlessly ...) it is the most delicious sound on the planet. I heard it twice today, for two very different reasons, but clearly because she was overwhelmed with giddiness.
So, the first, we're in the car this AM, grabbed coffee, and the obligatory {groan} bribery/bring to your friends-at-your-brother's-early-morning-hockey-game munchkins, and I hand them back to her, she grabs the box, and literally says to herself, as if I am not even there anymore (I am so not kidding ...) STRAIGHT to that zen zone, people.
"ah, munchkins, MY munchkins ....!!" and then rolls into *that* sound. That deep in her throat,cackle with a low raspy sound. "hah hah hah hah"
I nearly drove off the road. Laughed so damn hard.
She finally came out of the zone and says, what's so funny? Did someone tell a joke on the radio? She did it again tonight playing air hockey with C. She was in that zone again, and had just scored against him. That noise just rose up and tickled my funny bone. Oiy. kills me.
And he, the C-man, had me in stitches this morning. Early to rise for the hockey game, and he is attempting to get dressed in his clothes with the lights off in his room, trying to stay quiet so as not to wake the 'lil sistah. I hear this odd noise, a few grunts, and then fabric rustling. I sneak (yep, needed to not halt this one in the middle ... had to investigate) up to the door, and there he is bare chested, jeans halfway up, the bottoms under his feet, and the waist struggling over the hips (people, he is 51 lbs here, what hips?!) and literally stepping around the room (picture the jeans under his heels, and he's not able to free them) as if these are Brooke's Calvin's from 1977.
I almost fell down laughing so hard. I had to walk away and try to stop the laughter, but he caught me sitting down and looks me in the eye with a still bare chest, but jeans on this time, and says with barely opened eyes "what's so funny?"
I just had to hug him .... explained that the way he was "dancing" to get his jeans on looked quite funny, and I had not seen that before. We laughed some more, and by this time, S needed to know the source of the laughter, so we told him, this time both laughing.
OOOOO ... I could eat them both UP! And really, each of these is SO a location story, but I had to share.
I just have to smile when I think of it all. These ARE the best days .....
Saturday, January 28, 2006
time stood still today ... for a moment
for just a moment today. I met up with two of my college roommates for a walk down memory lane. We met at the pool, the one that we spent 4 years together everyday for three plus hours a day. We watched the new team do what we did back then. we reveled, we revered, and we laughed. oh, how we laughed. I think I may have split my side as we laughed. I love those girls. I love the time we had, and the time we will have.
Truthfully, it had been WAY too long, and far overdue, but we managed to work a "date" out and catch up. Now I know we'll do this more often, as time permits, and our lives allow. After the meet, we went for dinner and drinks. And we laughed more.
I've always had close friends, people with whom I bare my heart, and soul. With whom I trust with all that I am. They are two of those people. We didn't skip a beat. I got in the car to head home with a smile on my face, and called S to check on he and the kids - I told him that it was as if we had just had dinner at the old apartment yesterday, and today was a night out with them.
Time stood still.
Well, we look a little older, we've experienced a few things, and we've lived our lives. They are both happy. Really happy. B getting married last summer to her partner of 10 years, and I finding peace with her traveling position and plans for more school.
As I sat with them, and we laughed, flashes of memories kept creeping into my head, and I would mention one to see if they'd remember, and we'd laugh about it all.
Oh, I love the spirit renewal it gives one's soul. Catching up, seeing good people, and remembering the times of our lives when we felt good, loved often, and celebrated each other. They are carving out the edges of our future friendship .... we won't let the same amount of time pass again. I know that.
I am grateful for the time we had, and for the time to yet happen.
And I am grateful for that clock to have stood still today .... for a moment.
Thanks, B and I. You both rock! *smooch*
Truthfully, it had been WAY too long, and far overdue, but we managed to work a "date" out and catch up. Now I know we'll do this more often, as time permits, and our lives allow. After the meet, we went for dinner and drinks. And we laughed more.
I've always had close friends, people with whom I bare my heart, and soul. With whom I trust with all that I am. They are two of those people. We didn't skip a beat. I got in the car to head home with a smile on my face, and called S to check on he and the kids - I told him that it was as if we had just had dinner at the old apartment yesterday, and today was a night out with them.
Time stood still.
Well, we look a little older, we've experienced a few things, and we've lived our lives. They are both happy. Really happy. B getting married last summer to her partner of 10 years, and I finding peace with her traveling position and plans for more school.
As I sat with them, and we laughed, flashes of memories kept creeping into my head, and I would mention one to see if they'd remember, and we'd laugh about it all.
Oh, I love the spirit renewal it gives one's soul. Catching up, seeing good people, and remembering the times of our lives when we felt good, loved often, and celebrated each other. They are carving out the edges of our future friendship .... we won't let the same amount of time pass again. I know that.
I am grateful for the time we had, and for the time to yet happen.
And I am grateful for that clock to have stood still today .... for a moment.
Thanks, B and I. You both rock! *smooch*
Sunday, January 22, 2006
away
going away can be so hard, and so blissful -- all at the same time. I've just returned from a several day trip away to another country. limited email access, limited phone access, and limited connection access. It was hard on so many levels. and not so hard on so many others.
I missed the reds here with every cell of my being. the pitter patter of the feet on the kitchen floor. the whispering as they fall asleep at night. the gentle breathing in my ear as S nods off next to me at night. the scurry to make the bus stop with "enough time" to greet our friends there. the schedule to keep straight and get all of it in.
but I reveled in the quiet, too.
the ocean lapping up on the shore. the 15 minute getting ready and out-the-door mornings. the peaceful bathroom trips - alone. long showers without the rushed feeling. the sun as it set over the ocean on one side of us. the sunrise as it greeted me heading to breakfast each morning. walking barefoot in the sand. building a sandcastle with the team.
ahhhhh ..... the beautiful blending of my lives - a mom, a wife, an employee.
back to the catch-up stuff here, and all of it is going well. one problem that I can foresee is the laptop battery has absolutely died. the forgotten powercord in my hotel isn't helping. {sigh} at least I had a roommate who will send it my way .....
so, here I sit ..... having blinked an eye and all stood still here. But I kept on going .....
away.
it is something that I need to do more often, but not always alone.
on to the new week.
I missed the reds here with every cell of my being. the pitter patter of the feet on the kitchen floor. the whispering as they fall asleep at night. the gentle breathing in my ear as S nods off next to me at night. the scurry to make the bus stop with "enough time" to greet our friends there. the schedule to keep straight and get all of it in.
but I reveled in the quiet, too.
the ocean lapping up on the shore. the 15 minute getting ready and out-the-door mornings. the peaceful bathroom trips - alone. long showers without the rushed feeling. the sun as it set over the ocean on one side of us. the sunrise as it greeted me heading to breakfast each morning. walking barefoot in the sand. building a sandcastle with the team.
ahhhhh ..... the beautiful blending of my lives - a mom, a wife, an employee.
back to the catch-up stuff here, and all of it is going well. one problem that I can foresee is the laptop battery has absolutely died. the forgotten powercord in my hotel isn't helping. {sigh} at least I had a roommate who will send it my way .....
so, here I sit ..... having blinked an eye and all stood still here. But I kept on going .....
away.
it is something that I need to do more often, but not always alone.
on to the new week.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Lucky
I am.
No reason to even debate it.
Might be the luckiest human on earth, in fact. Listen:
One great husband, with whom I have a phenominally strong relationship; he is my soul mate. My best friend. He and I are joined in heart, in soul, and now in a family we've created. He is my better half. He lets me be me, quirks, differences, and things he loves, too. He is accepting, non-judgemental, and kind. He is beyond that knight in shining armor. He has surpassed my Prince Charming expectations. He is awesome.
Two great kids, with whom I share my soul, my core, my being; from whom I get fulfillment that no other thing could compare. They are light, they are kind, they are gentle. They are full of energy, full of life, and ready to take the world on with both hands entrenched in the grit of it all. They are the power that keeps the engine rolling here. They are awesome.
Two terrific 4 legged creatures with which to share unbridled, and unquestioned love. They have made their way into hearts here .... not all the way with some, but they are an addition that is hard to imagine not having.
An amazing home, neighborhood, and environment that I am excited to bring my children up in. Including a great school that my kids are fortunate to be involved.
Two great families that we've blended through our marriage. One, who's strength is connectivitiy, and being close to one another. The other who's strength is finding their way through the challenges that the past presented. Both working hard to just be. But both held in highest of regards by us. In-laws, cousins, aunties and uncles, Mimi's and Poppi's all adding things to us that special, and hard-to-come-by slice of life that makes you wonder what people do that are all alone.
Incredible friends with whom I feel complete. We share our lives, our fears, our successes, our accomplishments, and our defeats. I feel enriched with their love.
See? Lucky.
:o)
Today, the little gal and I had a picnic lunch. Unseasonably warm weather allowed a picnic lunch outdoors. I looked at her. The kind of lingering look that a mommy will catch herself doing once in a while. She was just sitting there, munching on her sandwich, and she looked up and said "what?"
I said, "girlie, I am so lucky. Do you know why?"
"yep, sure do" she responds.
"Oh, yeah ... why?" I smile
"because you have one great daughter, that's why!" says the bright eyed, giggling, toothless wonder of mine sitting next to me eating her sandwich.
you are so right, kid. So right.
Life is good. Keep it comin', I am ready for it all.
No reason to even debate it.
Might be the luckiest human on earth, in fact. Listen:
One great husband, with whom I have a phenominally strong relationship; he is my soul mate. My best friend. He and I are joined in heart, in soul, and now in a family we've created. He is my better half. He lets me be me, quirks, differences, and things he loves, too. He is accepting, non-judgemental, and kind. He is beyond that knight in shining armor. He has surpassed my Prince Charming expectations. He is awesome.
Two great kids, with whom I share my soul, my core, my being; from whom I get fulfillment that no other thing could compare. They are light, they are kind, they are gentle. They are full of energy, full of life, and ready to take the world on with both hands entrenched in the grit of it all. They are the power that keeps the engine rolling here. They are awesome.
Two terrific 4 legged creatures with which to share unbridled, and unquestioned love. They have made their way into hearts here .... not all the way with some, but they are an addition that is hard to imagine not having.
An amazing home, neighborhood, and environment that I am excited to bring my children up in. Including a great school that my kids are fortunate to be involved.
Two great families that we've blended through our marriage. One, who's strength is connectivitiy, and being close to one another. The other who's strength is finding their way through the challenges that the past presented. Both working hard to just be. But both held in highest of regards by us. In-laws, cousins, aunties and uncles, Mimi's and Poppi's all adding things to us that special, and hard-to-come-by slice of life that makes you wonder what people do that are all alone.
Incredible friends with whom I feel complete. We share our lives, our fears, our successes, our accomplishments, and our defeats. I feel enriched with their love.
See? Lucky.
:o)
Today, the little gal and I had a picnic lunch. Unseasonably warm weather allowed a picnic lunch outdoors. I looked at her. The kind of lingering look that a mommy will catch herself doing once in a while. She was just sitting there, munching on her sandwich, and she looked up and said "what?"
I said, "girlie, I am so lucky. Do you know why?"
"yep, sure do" she responds.
"Oh, yeah ... why?" I smile
"because you have one great daughter, that's why!" says the bright eyed, giggling, toothless wonder of mine sitting next to me eating her sandwich.
you are so right, kid. So right.
Life is good. Keep it comin', I am ready for it all.
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
"I liked that much better than the recital!"
Who says a 5 year old doesn't know what she wants .... and needs?!
K had her first gymnastics pre-competition meet this past Sunday. What a fun, exciting, and truly entertaining event! She was wonderful! She received 2 red ribbons, and a yellow ribbon for her events ... and she did so well. I was so proud. She cannot wait for the next one in a few weeks!
A gushy kind of melt-my-heart proud. :O)
I was beaming through the night, and even through today. As I went to bed Sunday, I kept saying to S, she did so well, didn't she? She looked so happy, didn't she? She really loved it. She was so happy to be there. She looked so beautiful, so professional. She looked comfortable even with the nerves that they all had. She was excited, and thrilled, and energized by the atmosphere. She was so great!
{sigh}
it feels so good that she found something active, and athletic, that she enjoys. she revels in the play, and she is good at it. For 5 years she has been watching athletic events mostly performed by her brother, often she does participate, but not sticking with it. Gymnastics has lasted ... this is the 3rd year. I hope it lasts for many to come. :O) I even learned some new things, and was able to help at the scoring table. That was loads of fun, and really helped me understand what to do, and what to expect.
I am still so proud of her. To stand up in front of a crowd of 200 at least, and perform her routines, and smile .... oh! She did so well.
God, I love being a mom. What a treasure to have this feeling about your kid. Your heart on the outside of your body. I am so proud to call her my own ... and so excited for the future of this sport, and all her activities. She is destined for success.
The best part was after, in the car, she says "mommy, I liked it MUCH better than the dance recital!"
Me too, K . Me too. :o)
K had her first gymnastics pre-competition meet this past Sunday. What a fun, exciting, and truly entertaining event! She was wonderful! She received 2 red ribbons, and a yellow ribbon for her events ... and she did so well. I was so proud. She cannot wait for the next one in a few weeks!
A gushy kind of melt-my-heart proud. :O)
I was beaming through the night, and even through today. As I went to bed Sunday, I kept saying to S, she did so well, didn't she? She looked so happy, didn't she? She really loved it. She was so happy to be there. She looked so beautiful, so professional. She looked comfortable even with the nerves that they all had. She was excited, and thrilled, and energized by the atmosphere. She was so great!
{sigh}
it feels so good that she found something active, and athletic, that she enjoys. she revels in the play, and she is good at it. For 5 years she has been watching athletic events mostly performed by her brother, often she does participate, but not sticking with it. Gymnastics has lasted ... this is the 3rd year. I hope it lasts for many to come. :O) I even learned some new things, and was able to help at the scoring table. That was loads of fun, and really helped me understand what to do, and what to expect.
I am still so proud of her. To stand up in front of a crowd of 200 at least, and perform her routines, and smile .... oh! She did so well.
God, I love being a mom. What a treasure to have this feeling about your kid. Your heart on the outside of your body. I am so proud to call her my own ... and so excited for the future of this sport, and all her activities. She is destined for success.
The best part was after, in the car, she says "mommy, I liked it MUCH better than the dance recital!"
Me too, K . Me too. :o)
Monday, January 09, 2006
the loss
Holy Smokes .... my babe, K, LOST A TOOTH!!!!!
I can hardly believe it myself .... my 5 year old is already losing teeth. What the heck is going on with the high speed race to get to grown-up-hood???
First, I have to admit last week that I am the mom of a 7 year old boy, now I have to accept the fact that my 5 year old is slipping rapidly into a little-grown-up little girl. :o(
Oiy.
The story behind the loss is pretty funny though ~ She was at her very first gymnastics "competition" meet yesterday (that will be discussed later .....) warming up on the bars. I was watching from the scoring table, and she stopped, places her hand in front of her mouth, and ever so delicately spits into her hand, looks at it for 3 or so seconds, and looks up at me, eyes WIDE as can be, and says quite loudly, "mommy, mommy, I lost my tooth! LOOK!!"
I laughed, and cried, and she ran to me with a big 'ole hug and a HUGE toothless smile! The coaches were in hysterics at her reaction, and they made a big deal about it during the awards ceremony, so that was pretty cool .....
But then, as she ran to me with her ribbons, and that toothless grin, I had to wipe a tear or two away from my smiling face.....
{sigh}
crap, how do they leap to this age so darn fast??
I can hardly believe it myself .... my 5 year old is already losing teeth. What the heck is going on with the high speed race to get to grown-up-hood???
First, I have to admit last week that I am the mom of a 7 year old boy, now I have to accept the fact that my 5 year old is slipping rapidly into a little-grown-up little girl. :o(
Oiy.
The story behind the loss is pretty funny though ~ She was at her very first gymnastics "competition" meet yesterday (that will be discussed later .....) warming up on the bars. I was watching from the scoring table, and she stopped, places her hand in front of her mouth, and ever so delicately spits into her hand, looks at it for 3 or so seconds, and looks up at me, eyes WIDE as can be, and says quite loudly, "mommy, mommy, I lost my tooth! LOOK!!"
I laughed, and cried, and she ran to me with a big 'ole hug and a HUGE toothless smile! The coaches were in hysterics at her reaction, and they made a big deal about it during the awards ceremony, so that was pretty cool .....
But then, as she ran to me with her ribbons, and that toothless grin, I had to wipe a tear or two away from my smiling face.....
{sigh}
crap, how do they leap to this age so darn fast??
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
ch..ch..ch..ch...changes ....
as David Bowie bellows. Ah, the wheel of life spins, and turns, and weaves, and bobs .... it's 2006. Where does the time go?
We had a fabulous vacation! I loved having the kids home, and playing, and gathering with friends and family. The Holidays were terrific, we had a full house, and had loads fo gifts to open, and loads of food to eat. The kids enjoyed themselves fully, and S and I were good to one another for sure. Santa always is ... ;o) New Year's was a good party with the neighbor's and the friends we have made here. I love our life. It is good, for sure.
I found myself begin to feel sadness, well, more meloncholy-ness with the entrance of the new year. I resolved a few things, goals that are attainable, and goals that are reachable with encouragement, and support from the places I seek it. I cherished the moments we've had for the last 365 days, and look to creating the new memories of good times to come.
But the day after January 1, our son turned 7. Seven. 6 plus 1 = 7 years old.
{sigh}
ah, the prospect of being the mom to a seven year old is unbelievable. The baby is gone. The boy is ever-present. The tender heart is visible. The go-get'um guy is emerging more everyday.
7.
I remember 7 days old, 7 months old. Heck, I remember 7 months pregnant with him like it was yesterday.
And so, with that thought, I then turned to thinking that with a 7 year old son, my daughter will be turning 6 during this year.
6.
5 plus 1 = 6
{sigh}
I can't help but reflect on the fortune and the sheer luck I have with these two phenominal creatures. The bring me my every joy, and they find a way to break me. They allow me to breathe fully, and they escort me to the edge on a daily basis. They make me smile, and they make me feel fortunate. Gifted, even. I want the next years to pass slowly, feeling every single drop of them. I want to be sure to embrace the child, and I don't mean hug my kids - I can't get enough of that already! I mean embrace the child in ME, in each of us. I want to be more patient and let them be kids.
I have enjoyed this past year immensely. I have changed quite a bit. I will be sure to keep the changes that have allowed me to take that breath, and check out the big picture more often. I like those changes.
That is the feeling I need to have about the changing of my kid's age. He will change, he will grow. She will change, and she will grow. I am changing and growing, and finding a way to be the best mom I can be. Together, the changes we have will build the structure that makes us work.
But really, 7? 6?
Who would've ever thunk I'd get here?
Life is good. Change is good.
We had a fabulous vacation! I loved having the kids home, and playing, and gathering with friends and family. The Holidays were terrific, we had a full house, and had loads fo gifts to open, and loads of food to eat. The kids enjoyed themselves fully, and S and I were good to one another for sure. Santa always is ... ;o) New Year's was a good party with the neighbor's and the friends we have made here. I love our life. It is good, for sure.
I found myself begin to feel sadness, well, more meloncholy-ness with the entrance of the new year. I resolved a few things, goals that are attainable, and goals that are reachable with encouragement, and support from the places I seek it. I cherished the moments we've had for the last 365 days, and look to creating the new memories of good times to come.
But the day after January 1, our son turned 7. Seven. 6 plus 1 = 7 years old.
{sigh}
ah, the prospect of being the mom to a seven year old is unbelievable. The baby is gone. The boy is ever-present. The tender heart is visible. The go-get'um guy is emerging more everyday.
7.
I remember 7 days old, 7 months old. Heck, I remember 7 months pregnant with him like it was yesterday.
And so, with that thought, I then turned to thinking that with a 7 year old son, my daughter will be turning 6 during this year.
6.
5 plus 1 = 6
{sigh}
I can't help but reflect on the fortune and the sheer luck I have with these two phenominal creatures. The bring me my every joy, and they find a way to break me. They allow me to breathe fully, and they escort me to the edge on a daily basis. They make me smile, and they make me feel fortunate. Gifted, even. I want the next years to pass slowly, feeling every single drop of them. I want to be sure to embrace the child, and I don't mean hug my kids - I can't get enough of that already! I mean embrace the child in ME, in each of us. I want to be more patient and let them be kids.
I have enjoyed this past year immensely. I have changed quite a bit. I will be sure to keep the changes that have allowed me to take that breath, and check out the big picture more often. I like those changes.
That is the feeling I need to have about the changing of my kid's age. He will change, he will grow. She will change, and she will grow. I am changing and growing, and finding a way to be the best mom I can be. Together, the changes we have will build the structure that makes us work.
But really, 7? 6?
Who would've ever thunk I'd get here?
Life is good. Change is good.
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