We Wake Up Happy.

Oh, frinternets. I was emailing one of my favorite mamas recently and, in mentioning my very quiet blog, I wrote that I have one million thoughts in my head and yet, when I sit down to write, the words just escape me. And, though this little blog can be all over the place, it has previously been mostly about food, because that was what occupied my mind most of the time. But right now, my mind is occupied completely by my sweet baby. And if I don't write about these days, I'm afraid the details will slip away. So, I hope you will humor me for the time being. We'll get back to dinner, eventually...

Motherhood bowls me over one hundred times a day. It is happier and harder and easier and more exhausting and more fulfilling than anyone or any book could have prepared me for. At night, after I fall into bed so ready for sleep, my head hits the pillow and I get a few moments to relive the day again in my mind. And then, without fail, I find myself hanging my head over the edge of the pack and play that is nestled snugly against my side of the bed, shining the light from my phone onto my sleeping girl, stealing more time with her and trying to take it in, to wrap my head around this love that makes my heart ache.

And then, before I know it, a new day is here - blink, blink, blink, they are flying by - and we get to wake up and do it all over again. Good morning, indeed: