On our walk home from lunch with Erin (Daddy's friend from high school), we stopped by church and got our ashes for Ash Wednesday. You snoozed through the event but I sat in the last pew and allowed myself some mindful prayer and meditation time that has seemed to escape me since you've been born. A wash of emotions came over me as I sat there thanking god for all of our blessings and for you, this healthy and vibrant little child who we've been given to raise and nurture. The past 8 weeks have been life changing for us and taking those few silent moments fueled me in a way that I needed yesterday afternoon, allowing me to find perspective in the daily newborn pangs. I was a calm and relaxed mama leaving church and found myself smiling at every corner as we continued back home.
I rocked you to sleep last night with such enjoyment, soaking in your sweet cheeks & face, smelling the straight from the bath perfect baby scent on the top of your head as you lay swaddled in my arms. These times are flying by and I know a day will come when bouncing you into dreamland wont be required, where your yawns and coos will be replaced by forceful toddler "NOs" of not wanting to go to sleep. And while the peaks and valleys of these first few months are starting to become a blur, I want to always remember how it feels to cradle you in my arms when you were just as you are now...almost 2 months old and just a perfect gift from above.