Friday already! And no post between five minutes… Oh well, the busy life outside my blog will stop for no mama.
Awake. It seems that I’ve been in that state more in the last couple years of my life than ever before. I can’t remember the last time I slept solidly from the bedtime until morning. A wakeful toddler (thankfully usually tended by his daddy though the noise still wakes me up), a baby that still nurses several times a night. Aaron and I almost always go to bed later than we should, enjoying the quiet or getting caught up in our new game-for-two Lost Cities. Then morning comes oh-so-quickly, and I’m awake again.
Yes, I’m awake a lot as a mama. But I’ve found that my babies have helped me awaken more to the little gifts of every day and the beauty of the supposedly mundane. A big brother making his baby sister laugh. How exciting dirt is. How going outside can make you kick your legs in glee. The moon. A bug. A flower. Sunshine.
For often when you wake, there’s light.