It’s bright. It’s gorgeous.
It’s Sunday with my son day.
Weeeeeeee.
Off he goes.
But he came back.
Bounce. Bounce.
Toilet paper, Lilu?
“It wasn’t me.” she said. (Someone is jealous.)
They won!
I’t s all good.
It’s bright. It’s gorgeous.
It’s Sunday with my son day.
I love you too much!
You don’t know about Saturday morning cartoons. That era is over. But for me, my childhood revolved around it. I couldn’t wait for Saturday mornings. I’d wake up early and have myself a nice bowl of Cocoa Puffs while I watched Bugs Bunny. And The Jetsons. And The Flintstones. And Scooby Doo. Oh, this time was sacred for me. These characters were my buddies. My pals. These mornings were glorious. Now they are no more. But the beauty of it all…we’ve created our own Saturday morning magnificence. It’s a new era. It’s our own show. We battle. We defend. We conquer.
Oh wait…it’s just Tru.
And snacks are a little different too. Yogurt anyone any dog?
(Notice one dog above, one dog below. Hey Luna!)
Yeah. Saturday mornings are definitely different. But they are every bit magnificent!
I love you too much!
Things don’t have to be at 100% to be happy. There’s something called the tipping point which claims that if you can have just 51% positive thoughts, than you can have a wonderful life. I feel fairly confident that we stay beyond the tipping point most days. Easily.
There’s been a lot of bumps in my life along the way, but nothing compares to being a parent. It’s the greatest thing ever, but also the hardest. I used to just think of myself, but now it’s all about you. If things didn’t work out, it was okay because the only person at risk was me. Now, your life is involved. My joys now are the sweetest gifts of my life, but my mistakes now leave the deepest wounds. Every day is a quest to make it the best day possible for you, but I am so far from perfect. I often fall short. Most of the time I can’t make decisions for worrying, which is right? Which is best? Which will work? People stand in judgement and I know this, so I fret even more. I start thinking about things that really don’t apply to the problem at hand. Your daddy, on the other hand, sees everything crystal clear. So easily. How does he do that???? I’m in awe of him. A straight shooter, he hits the target every time. He zooms in on what matters and sticks to the point.
(This is how I see things)
I promise you this: I will find my focus.
In trying to put you first and keep your best interest at heart, I get so overwhelmed. I try to handle things the way I think best and end up making a mess of it all. I end up feeling like a failure to you. So, I bounce around in this web of confusion. I try to handle life calmly. I think to myself, in the grand scheme of things, it’s really not a big deal. Little things. Learn and grow.
I promise you this: I will not second guess myself.
Everything happens for a reason. My path led me here. With you. And I believe I have the chance to create beautiful memories for you. That’s my gift and my purpose. I’m looking for quiet. I just want you to smile and be comfortable. I just want you to be happy. I just want to be here with you and for you. Every day.
I promise you this: I will take a deep breath and calm my mind!
I love you too much.
Sometimes things are just a bit freaky. I have to stop, in awe of you, and wonder just what is happening.
I feel like I’m putting the pieces together of an elaborate puzzle that I will never finish, but the thrill of it keeps me going.
Back story:
When you were 2 years old I bought you Jenga. We played, and still play, all the time. You love it! But you never, ever called it Jenga. You always called it Jenga Boom! That’s just what you said. Every time. “Mama, let’s play Jenga Boom.”
Fast forward:
Imagine my surprise when I was walking the aisles at Target this past December looking for Christmas gifts and saw this. Jenga Boom!
Whoomp! (There it is)
I stopped in my tracks. I literally thought I was seeing things. I read the box at least 3 times. Picked it up and looked even closer. I had the craziest feeling that I still can’t explain, but I knew I had to buy it. I mean, I think you created it. Somehow the universe is eavesdropping on our lives and getting ideas. Somehow your thoughts and creativity are strangely becoming a reality!
You make up lots of stuff. All the time. I’m starting to get a little nervous!!
I love you too much!
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice.
-T.S. Eliot
Our house New Year’s Eve 2014…
Our house has a new breath.
That speaks new words.
Creates a new language.
Is alive with your voice.
The synergy of it all – works.
Harmony flows.
Imperfections reign.
Mistakes happen.
Gratitude guides.
Joy prevails.
You make silly monsters.
I make hot chocolate.
This is how we roll.
This is the language of our love.
I love you too much!