Hi! I’m still out on maternity leave, but wanted to pop in and say hi because the little guy is sleeping and I was feeling inspired to write.
I’m feeling incredibly grateful to have had this special time with my little man… 9 weeks have flown by.
Not all sunshine and rainbows of course (not even close), but I’m trying to really soak it up this second time around because I know firsthand now just how precious and short lived this phase is.
Here’s an ode to the first couple months with our little guy. <3
9 weeks of you
9 weeks of the soft weight of your warm, cozy body against my chest.
Melting into me, fully surrendered and at home – the only home you’ve ever known.
9 weeks of watching your sleeping face.
I could stare at you for hours and never get tired of the tiny features, the eyelashes fluttering, the dream smiles, the soft sound of your breath. I’ve memorized every inch of you.
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9 weeks of caressing your soft – it’s so impossibly soft – skin.
Of shielding said skin from the sun on our daily walks, which we return from soaked, stuck to each other by clothes damp with sweat.
9 weeks of trying not to spill all of my meals on top of your tiny, fuzzy head.
9 weeks of middle of the night wake ups, and bleary mornings, and laundry (so much laundry), and tears, and exhaustion, and overwhelm – and also so much joy.
Joy that makes me feel at times like my whole heart – my whole body – might explode.
9 weeks since I first saw your tiny body, your tiny face.
Since you flew out of me, and into my arms, at last.
Since I said, exhausted, and overjoyed, and in total awe: “It was you!”
I had been waiting so long to meet you.
I hope you’re all doing well and enjoying the recipes each week here on the blog. I’ll be back for real sometime in September.
Until then, I’ll leave you with this photo of Wes in his 4th of July finest. LOL! He didn’t love it as much as we did. 😉
