My home is quiet and heavy with sleep. I can hear Nolie’s deep breathing through her door and know how her heavy tiny body curls up in her big tall bed. Ever is silent, save for a tiny sigh and rustle every few minutes. Her little swaddled body taking up a tiny corner of our bed. Just waiting for the weight of her parents to cuddle right in.
We have been quiet. Turning in and hunkering down. Our family is in a beautiful season that feels like if we give too much of it up and out it will blow away. So instead we have been holding hands more, smiling often, and letting the gratitude fall with crashes and bangs that shake the walls and fill the house. This rainy, frosty winter, is a good one in our home. Some recent family stuff is pulling into sharp relief just how hugely important it is to appreciate and revel in these good days. So we are reveling. And big things are maybe on the horizon. That possibility of Hold On Tight? I can feel the earth starting to move.
Ever is trying to walk. And Nolie is narrating our everyday. We are all just standing here growing up and into new abilities, and it is mind blowing. The heavy blanket of new baby’ness has been abruptly ripped away, and while that brought a shot of cold air and several week to try and calibrate it, we have found our warmth now in sweet Ever Harbor Joy. We are all reveling in this time.
I have a few incredible posts on the edge here. One epic post about all things nursing, I feel like it is laid on my heart to really put everything I can out there in hopes that it can help another Mom to give that liquid gold gift and feel confident in the struggles.
But, in all honesty, I don’t know when it will get written. These days are full of exhaustion and sleepy eyes, ergo bouncing and sweet potato eating, book reading and fairy land building. These are the days of Revel. I’m posting pretty frequently (probably to frequently, hah!) to instagram (@playinghousefulltime), so follow along there and hopefully I’ll be back here soon too. I know that this piece has been missing and that, now that we are finding some balance in this joy and some footing in this upheaval, I know that the space for writing again is coming.