Olle turned 1.5 years old last week, and Lucy feels like a teenager to me to some days. I feel a leap in my heart over the excitement of them physically needing me less, and a deep sadness over them getting older and no longer running to me with open arms and happy squeals. I love every day at home with these 2. They make me proud, happy, angry, frustrated, tired and full of love all at once. Winter is an especially interesting time to be a stay at home mom. It's a little daunting to wake up every morning with a blank slate, wondering how you're going to fill up 12 hours. Some days I do better than others, about embracing the mess and just playing... other days I ask Lucy for forgiveness at night since I wasn't very present with her that day. Trying to tick off everything on my to-do list instead of playing Doc McStuffins, princesses, dollhouse, or painting our nails. It actually breaks my heart to think that sometimes I won't even put down the rag to paint nails with ...
i love: God, my family, running, cooking and adventures.