Life as a mommy is really cool. I know that’s not all that defines me, but it’s been my dream job for my whole life. It’s all so new and fresh, and it’s a dream come true. I’m a momma. So my blog will probably, naturally, lean in the mom direction from now on. So is/will my Facebook, twitter, and Instagram. And Pinterest. I promise I will still post recipes and clothes and stories, but my life just went BAM, BABY, BAM.
Yes. Bam. Baby. Bam.
I now get those people who show off pictures of their kids to anyone who will listen.
My little E turned 6 weeks yesterday. I can’t believe how fast this time is going by. 7 weeks ago I was dragging through every hour past my due date. 6 weeks ago I was singing labor songs. Today, that same baby giggled and cooed her way through the afternoon. I look back and see how God was so good through the waiting. He was so good through the pain. And now He’s so good through the joy. He’s also good through the poop, the sleepless nights, the love so big it literally hurts. All of it. He is so good.
Today, Eleanor and I didn’t do a whole lot in the eyes of the outside world. We laid in bed until noon.
I fed her, at least 10 times. I changed her diapers. I fixed myself lunch and dinner. We played under her bird mobile. We made faces at each other. I took a shower and didn’t brush my hair. We got in the car and went to Starbucks for a vanilla iced latte. I only had one quarter for parking, so we were only there for 8 minutes. We got caught in a thunderstorm on the way home, so we sat in the car drinking our latte until the rain passed. Eleanor fell asleep early. I decided to blog.
There is a sink full of dishes.
The clothes are clean, but unfolded and wrinkly on the couch for the second day in a row.
My bed is not made.
I’m not wearing make-up or real clothes.
And I’m on top of the world. Today the coos and giggles were the most important thing. Talking to my girl while she nursed instead of throwing her in the baby carrier so I could do chores was the most important thing. Cuddling until noon was the most important thing. Getting out for some fresh air was the most important thing. Today, one on one time with my baby was the most important thing. A baby day.
The clothes will still be unfolded tomorrow. The dishes will wait in the sink. E and I will go on our Friday lunch date with Daddy. We’ll visit at a friend’s house for afternoon tea. We’ll go to a celebration dinner for my friend’s new job. Tomorrow, people will be the most important thing. A friend loving day.
And I’m okay with all of that. The loss of a perfect house right now. The gain of a smiling baby girl. The goodness of God in all the things.