Usually, our mornings are kind of rough. We are running around like chickens with their heads cut off trying to get everything together and still make sure Henry feels loved while secretly looking at the clock wondering if we are going to make it in time for our meeting. But this morning? This morning was perfect.
I woke up and didn't hit the snooze alarm once. I was dressed and ready for the day far earlier than normal and even managed to do a few annoying household tasks that always seem so difficult to do at 11:00 pm but were surprisingly easy at 7:00 am.
We woke up Henry and he was his happy, charming self (not always the case in the mornings). But really, as I stood there loading the vitamix up to make my naturopathic prescribed shake I couldn't help but be nostalgic and sad and filled with love and happiness all at the same time. This is one of those last days where it is going to be just the three of us. And you know what? I kind of like the three of us. I know that this little lady is going to be great but I have been stressed to the gills with this pregnancy - so stressed that it has made it harder for me to enjoy some of the simple things. Harder than I really care to admit. But this morning? This morning was perfect.
And so I made us all pose for this picture (after Henry had insisted we run around with our Halloween capes on and "fly"). Because really I wanted to remember this morning.