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.
4 comments:
I love that. I also felt the same way a few weeks before Nina was born. I felt a little sad to add a new one to our little club. I can tell you, though, it's been awesome. Our club just got bigger, is all, and I was happy it didn't mess up our dynamic. Excited for you!n:)
Just loved this post. :) Good mornings make the day so much better.
--kristin
Kitty, as a second child myself let me assure you that until that glorious moment when #2 arrives your whole life has been a poorly staged dress rehearsal. Once you see the sheer perfection of your second child you'll wonder "what was so great about my life before?" The answer: NOTHING!
Love this. It's perfect. So glad you documented this happy day. :)
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