while perusing my old notes on facebook, i found this little gem. only from february, it feels like it’s been so much longer.
i woke up nestled between two beautiful ladies, who seem to migrate to my bed at some point in the middle of the nite. (violette has been waking up between 2 or 3 saying “oh, i’m really really really hungry” and then crawling up the stairs to our bed, where she crashes immediately.) my kitty was cuddled up at the foot of our bed, watching over us all, and my husband was playing footsie games with me under all the covers, pausing only to reach over to hit snooze on the alarm.
emma woke up, and we laid there talking about what we were going to do today, while brady started his day by turning on his “woody guthrie playlist” and telling his mom happy birthday on facebook. emma and i moseyed down the stairs in our jammies and fixed bowls of cereal and giggled at things like squirrels in the backyard and zeke barking at birds.
we watched an episode of “olivia” on nickjr.com, and i helped brady make his lunch and got him out the door, only after a rousing rendition of “the eagle and the hawk” by john denver, brady rushed out the door and emma and i were left talking at the breakfast table. she felt inspired to make a painting this morning, so i lugged out our suitcase of paints and brushes and all the goodies, (all the while, em is saying things like “mama, are you sure you’re strong enough to carry that?”) and got her set up. she was very excited that i had a leftover canvas and she got to use that instead of paper. after many mixed paints and good messes, we got all cleaned up and were a bit bummed out violette was still sleeping. she is so fun!
so we got dressed, mommy in a pair of brown maternity cargo pants from old navy and a harry potter t-shirt from the thrift store with black and white stripey socks and my worn, torn simple shoes, and emma in her “kitty” tshirt and “christmas pants” and absolutely never ever anything on her feet, we are now cuddling and counting coins from her coin purse while i type this.
and just now, she said “mama, i just love you”.
my life is juicy, and sweet and tender. and i don’t want to forget a single minute of it.