Things I Love.
Things I Love.
I love the way babies smell. I love the ways boys smell. I love how I can scuff my nose across the top of a baby head and whiff in this overwhelming scent of softness, Spring, and goodness. I love that. I couldn’t love that any stronger if I tried.
And I have people. Everywhere. I love the people I have around me. Tom and my family and Tom’s family. I love knowing that wherever I am there these people in every direction believing in me, often more genuinely than I believe in myself.
I have a house brimming with babies and a husband. And I love the work that I do in this house. I love the trail of toys and feeling like I'm the only person in the world who really knows the right place for them to be put away. I love the sense of completeness that comes with a tidied house at the end of the night, or the power of knowing when is the right night for the messes to wait until morning.
I love the look on these boys' faces when I really make a delicious meal, or when I don't and we get to laugh about it. And I love the look on my face when I say so discreetly, almost under my breath, I'm not in the mood for cooking, let's go out to eat.
And the laundry. I love clean laundry and an empty laundry room. I love waiting all day for Tom to get home so I can beam while I say "Guess what! Everybody has fresh sheets tonight!" And I'm giddy about it, because I truly, truly love what I do.
Nine years ago I begged for anything to inspire me, fill me with passion. Though it's not what I expected, I can not imagine being any more inspired or any more passionate than I am right now. Everyday, if I look hard enough, there are still bare-legs-in-warm-rain moments everywhere. Sometimes in snowy parking lots, other times in sunsets, but mostly just in every nook of space in our home with our babies.
And I couldn't possibly love that any stronger if I tried.
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