So every once in a while I feel like I have to pinch myself in order to realize that THIS is actually my life. Even though it is NOwhere near what I had planned for myself, I have to thank God for unanswered prayers.
I think life with a baby feels like a washing machine sometimes because each day has a start and an end and an in between that are pretty much the same every day. But it all seems so surreal to me because I love every second of it.
Each morning I get woken up by the best noise ever - our little man talking away in his crib. When I go to get him, he smiles and coos at me continuously until his nap an hour and a half later. I get to spend all day with him, watching him grow and trying to teach him things. He literally surprises me each day with something new he has done or with an outfit that randomly doesn't fit. I get to kiss all over him and make him giggle as much as possible! I am one of those moms that HATES the sound of my babies cry. Despite what they say, I am not going to let him cry to "strengthen his lungs" or "teach him how to be alone and self soothe". I feel like my job is to make sure he is happy for his entire day! Even though that is impossible, I still try!
Then in the afternoons, God reminds me that I have done an AMAZING job at picking my husband. He gets home and loves on me and Brigz and every day I realize: my life is complete. I have a best friend for a husband who works so hard for our family that I can stay home and appreciate every little thing lil Brigzy does!
So thankful for my boys
