Ever Since I was little I reallllllly wanted a birthday buddy. Like really, madly, truly.
Last year I welcomed our sweet boy into the world, and he is magic. I got my birthday buddy, my sweet gift. It’s hard for me to accept the fact that one whole year has gone by since he was born. Well, one whole year and one month! This post was prompted by looking at pictures of Theodore over the last year, crying, and trying to stop time.
Our birthdays are 2 days apart, and this year I was able to celebrate my birthday with some dear friends and a little “girls getaway.” We also took our family to the mountains, which is probably my favorite place to be on my birthday. If I live in Canada, and my birthday is in November, the mountains are the place to be. There wasn’t enough snow to ski, so we went for a bit of a walk/hike. My baby slept on my chest, my kiddos explored, and I laughed with my love.
Just so we know that life isn’t perfect, Theodore screamed bloody murder every night unless he was attached to a boob. He was teething… but ugh! It can almost make me never want to leave the house again. To be clear- my boob. So I was pretty tired after our little “getaway” but it was still good for my soul.
There are some days when I crave a clean house, or quiet, or sleep… but I am quite certain that 25 years from now I am going to be really thankful I soaked up all the minutes, and all the thoughts, and all the songs, and all the tears of this crew.
This year was filled with some really good things, some really hard things, and some incredible moments. When I look at my children I am reminded of being a child, in the best sense of the word. I’m so thankful they keep me connected to wonder, to feeling deeply and loving fully. To fairies, and day dreams. To treats and giggles. If only I could slow down these sweet days just a bit.
-Miss Ash