So, So Good

There are moments when being a momma is hard. When having a baby is hard. When I want some extra sleep or some time to myself or an extra glass of wine or the ease that was "pre-baby". And then there are moments when I couldn't imagine my life without Mark in it. When life is so much better as a momma and I am stopped in my tracks with how lucky I am. These are the days I hope I always remember.

I hope I remember naps where I lay him in his crib wide awake and he's out for over an hour like he knows how much I have to get done while he sleeps. I hope I remember his slobbery kisses that I can't help but laugh at when I'm feeling even the least bit down. I hope I remember his chubby little thighs kicking with all their might in the bath tub and his sweet smiles that slay me. I hope I remember looking into his drowsy eyes as they grow heavy and he stills in my arms. I hope I remember how important my job as his momma is and how much he loves me.

Because these days are the good ones, the really good ones.