It’s my big day.
I woke up at four or so, with the sound of rain falling. It was great. I read for awhile and then drifted off to sleep for another hour or so. LouLa woke up, calling for me. She hasn’t done that for a long time. Usually she just gets up and comes in our room. I was dreaming at the time and incorporated her calling for me into my dream. I did wake up eventually and had Josh get up and get her. We lazed in bed for a bit and then Josh and LouLa got up and I lazed around some more. I had a nice peaceful time shopping for groceries by myself and then we went to the local “fancy” (fancy is a relative term) restauarant for lunch. It was delicious. We spent an hour and a half there and I had two glasses of wine. Yum.
As I promised, the best parts about being a mother (in no particular order):
-Random and unexpected “I love you”s.
-Dancing with my daughter.
-Watching her sleep.
-Tantrums. Especially when I can take myself away from the situation and notice how cute she is when she’s mad. She hates it when I laugh, though.
-Knowing that she will be a strong woman.
-Knowing that I have a part in helping her become a strong woman.
-When she shows me how she “reads”.
-Cuddling. I don’t get to do it often; LouLa is not a cuddly kind of kid, but it’s precious when it happens.
All in all, it’s totally worth it.
But I’m not gonna do it again.
