I'm learning to take things in stride, sit still longer than seven minutes and find beauty in things that might have turned my stomach (such as super baby puke, poop and puddles of drool). I am in awe of the beauty of life and the simple gifts in sitting with Jack at 3 in the morning, watching his eyes take in the great big world around him and knowing how each day is utterly exhausting and amazing at the same time.
My heart bursts with joy as I watch Keith and Jack snuggle, catch naps or watch late night John Wayne movies. What more could I ask for? I am very thankful and feeling overwhelmingly blessed. Loving that it's only the beginning of a summer filled with sandy feet, snuggles on the couch and time with family that is so very precious.
