My daughter is going to be three in 2 days. Just typing the phrase 'my daughter' is still sometimes shocking to me, so the fact that she is going to be THREE is blowing my mind. wow. I'm going to be the mother of a three year old girl. preschooler. crazy crazy shit, I tell you. In my mind she's still just this tiny little peanut who wakes up every 2 hours to nurse all night long... and oh how I miss that tiny little nursling.
- Having grandma in town, so that when little person wakes up at 6:45 after being awake from 4-5:30... mama gets to snooze till 8:30. yay.
- Having a zoo pass. Nothing better than a perfect (almost) summer day wasting 2 hours watching birds, bears and sea lions.
- Ice water.
- A bff that lives 4 blocks away. Close enough for an impromptu stop over for scones after dinner when you need a cry, a hug or a laugh. Or a scone.
- Loving my work. This week I was honored enough to treat a mama who had a stillbirth 2 weeks ago. It was one of the most incredibly tender and painful moments of my career, placing my hands on this mamas belly, and feeling the exquisite peace of what had transpired. What is even more amazing, is that this mama is pumping milk to donate. Talk about a moment of grace in something SO not small. She lost her baby. Her baby died. And yet, she still has the capacity to be so gracious and generous. I can only hope and pray that I would have that kind of heart if I were ever to be in her shoes, although I hope and pray that I never am.