A Few Thoughts
Have you ever loved something so much, and been so grateful to have it in your life, that it made your heart hurt just to think about it? It's 5:30 in the morning, and I'm awake. I'm sitting in Lucy's room and staring at her crib. At how the sheet is all bunched up on the side. And I'm grateful. Grateful the sheet isn't perfectly smooth, because it means a real baby lives and sleeps in there.
She's there now, wiggling and squirming and trying to decide if she wants to fall asleep or eat some more. And my heart aches with gratitude for my children, that they are real, that they are here, that they are mine. I sometimes squeeze Lucy against my chest because I need her close to me, I love her smell and her soft little head and I want to absorb some of her sweet goodness.
I have big, important posts that I'd like to write soon, like Lucy's birth story, and how different our newborn experience has been the second time around, and my thoughts on being a mother of three, but I lack the time. Until that changes, I think I'm going to stop in every once in a while with shorter, whatever-I'm-thinking-at-the-moment posts. So I have a record of these first few months of Lucy's life. So I don't forget the peace a rumpled, twisted crib sheet brings to my heart.
Because it is perfection.